As it happened
I watched, standing on the sides.
How the politically illiterate
And the literate pondered in sighs.
On yet another statement; another
Status on Facebook’s face.
Another bus pass another bus. And
We’re passing these days
Like any other days we’ve passed.
Waiting. Anticipating. Constipated
For some distant, unsure, blurring something —
Something for which we, for always, have waited.
Another illogical rant, another gallery roused
Like those who the pleasures of sex haven’t spoused
Would be tittered by a poke on the chest, they speak.
Our society, at it’s foundation’s cracked weak.
Another additional few bucks; another opinion vendored.
Another Malinda article; another kiss on my nose.
Another concept by Mervin Silva; another flyover wherever.
Another day at daybreak point; another point whores.