Real Politik

Sitting on dark and gloomy
spinning chairs, cigar chomping,
tobacco chewing, big, fat,
ugly slobs
dictate.

To which end?

The end of innocence?
No, not at all.
The end that leads
to an end that
leads to a greater end,
the greatest ends of all.

Of which is the end, of the
end, of the end of life.
Into the liberty of
the distressed soul and
pursuit of happiness
in another world,
a world of their own.