there’s
a bird on tom delay’s shoulder
he
looks like the kind of bird you might see
in the
air
but he
just sits there
unbeknownst
to most
he
turns his head
to look
for the past
coming
rightup
coming
right
up
the
feathers ruffled
when
the first one pled guilty
to
about half the things he did
about
half
roughly
half
of the
crimes
he
committed
you see
that was part of the plea deal
it was
the check mate
on the
big wheel
and
several television stations
ran the
footage of
categorical
denials
knight
to queen six
check
rook
takes pawn
check
bishop
takes rook
queen
takes bishop
check
it
wasn’t technically ‘illegal’
pawn
turns on his own queen
check
knight
circles his own king
check
but bishop
takes his own pawn
the
water subsides
for a
day
or a
night
pawn
takes bishop
maybe everything’ll
be alright
and
even thought it seems to wear the same coat
the
king looks nervous
the cat
turns into a goat
knight
defers
the
bishop moves into place
the
king’s last laugh
is in
your face
the
king’s lowly former pawn
turned
consultant
produces
a large wad
of
hundreds
hands
out tobacco checks before the vote
invites
all the cool kids back to his boat
blows a
quick ring of fog with his cigarette smoke
and
says ‘yeah, i did it, but who’s gonna know’
and
even if they knew
what are they gonna do
well
bishop
to knight five
the
king is still alive
and
nobody thought it’d go this long
but
somewhere the worker bees start humming the song
and
find just enough cash to buy an iphone
then
everyone forgets
and we
all go home
home
home
on the
flange
on the
tangential
lunatic
fringe
where
end game scenarios
play
out in texas, florida and ohio
and
five seats are enough to get things through
so reverend
delay did what he had to do
before
he turned out to be expendable
too
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