We were fighting about me,
\nIraq
\nabout politics,
\nabout which I care nothing.
\nAbout which, I wish, the subject
\nwould go away,
\nso the universe could go on
\nand leave them debating
\nin their caucus, the issues,
\nand what people should do.
\nHow to raise children,
\npay for bread.
\nNone of which causes me to vote,
\nto follow the leader,
\nto insult my friends,
\nor go off planting bombs.
\nBut it was a game we were playing.
\nYou\u2019re it, they yelled, you\u2019re it!
\nHide and seek with words.
\nStumble over points of view,
\nand history portrayed as something
\nunderstood.<\/p>\n
How things have come about,
\nwhere events are going.
\nHow salvation is assured
\nor lost,
\nby the way we vote,
\nor, if nothing else,
\nhow a fool like me
\nmust be dealt with,
\nkept silent,
\ndisfranchised,
\nfor being self-centered,
\nwillful,
\ndelinquent,
\ndumb,
\nleft out of school,
\nand converted
\nto God knows what,
\nto God knows who,
\nwhile I long
\nto have it over,
\nleave,
\ntake my wine,
\nand have sex somewhere else.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We were fighting about me, Iraq about politics, about which I care nothing. About which, I wish, the subject would go away, so the universe…<\/p>\n