Be ye Poet, be ye Pundit
Well, we all must dread the day
Or the moment or the hour
When there’s nothing left to say
When inflation and recession
Hypocrisy and violence
When criminals and prosecutors
Stun us all to silence
When gaffes and poor decisions
Doom, despair, and grief
Require a thesaurus
To express one’s disbelief
Keeping mum, I’ve noticed
Has its share of satisfactions
Unlike the current government
We’re not issuing retractions
We don’t ever have to clarify
The statements we regretted–
How our letter to the White House
Got in the mail un-vetted
Never will I have to
When a press conference is ended
Have someone else explaining
What it was that I intended
In a world were frank opinions
Mark your Twitter Name for burial
I see some consolations
In a life that monasterial
Yes, my rhetoric and vitriol
And venom have been spent
Until, of course, I realize
That my silence gives consent
So as sure as forward progress
Requires we keep walking
Until my breath is ended
I will have to keep on talking
