Bitter.
Tough-
it grinds against my molars
until my teeth ache
with the effort of swallowing.
My jaw locks,
hinged on something
too hard to chew,
too stubborn to spit out.
A stabbing pain-
sharp as a headline,
lodged like a shard
between gum and bone.
No reason.
No sense.
Only the metallic taste
of words chewed thin.
No heart
in the marrow of it.
Just noise dressed as virtue,
arguments gnashing
long after the mouth is tired.
Politics.
Yuck.
I agree Politics-Yuck!!! We have the best government money can buy!
(Medical care too !) We need to evolve quicker but won't happen because many refuse to. Hang in there and keep writing! It helps more than you can ever know!
Mayme