Not Just Friday is Black...

The time draws near
for holiday parades and Christmas cheer
while homeless huddle, lonely in the dark
Nothing's changed, just rearranged
to make a prettier package
for the voting year,
Politician come out to play;
stale promises from podiums,
the same old crap they always bray
What changes but the names,
and don't you find it strange
the party line seems blurred
if you take the time?
The jaded fade away
the hopeful can only pray,
misinformation spun on pixel webs
What do you believe?
who'll fill the need
If not yourself
then you have nothing
to complain about
The many, the few
it's always been that way
and what you gonna do?
Change comes but changes nothing,
but one has to believe in something,
even if it is in nothing
because how do you tell truth from lies?
Trample each other in the rush
to get the sales,
never noticing how stale the air is
in the crypt that holds our hopes...
                11-16-12