Its down right depressing the way bureaucracy
Has devolved not to work,
The committees set up to not function
In the most soul deadening way,
The promise of what could be whittled down
With the voice of each unspecial interest.
The blind men aren’t trying to describe an elephant,
They’re trying to build one,
Breathe life into it buy strapping it down,
Hammering out all the bumps and
Cutting out all the disagreeable parts.
They pump it full of hot air,
Patching up the holes with spit and chewing gum
As they go where nobody wants to
Except the lunatics on the fringe
Of one side or the other.
They stand aghast, indignant, righteous,
Secure in the justification their pandering
Will buy a few more sound bites
To lie convincingly to an ever widening constituency
Of the ilinformed.
Of the ilinformed.
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