Two in one day! What can I say? I’m on a bit of a roll! Honestly though, since I couldn’t think of a topic to write about, I’d figured I would go ahead and start sharing my poetry. As I said in my last piece, I wasn’t exactly sure where to start when it comes to my writings. My topics are all over the map. Should I start with a sappy love poem? Maybe something political? Or how about something that is intimate and personal to showcase those things that my friends swear I don’t have. What are they called again? Oh yeah, emotions. So after hours upon hours of deliberation (actually it was only a few minutes. I set this entry to post a few hours after I actually finished it.), I have decided on a poem to lead off with!

Here’s a little background on what you’re about to read…

It was orginially written during the 2008 Presidential election. As I watched the charismatic Senator from Illinois run around the country (and sometimes the world) and capture the hearts of millions, I couldn’t help but think that his existence in the public eye was nothing more than an attempt to pacify the masses of unhappy American citizens that had grown weary with the status quo. Here was a man, barely 20 years my senior with no real prior executive experience, running for the highest office in the land! What made it worse was it seemed like he was running almost unopposed. Hilary Clinton was a minor roadblock for all of the political equivalent of 15 seconds. Then he faced off against The Mummy with Midget Arms (John McCain) and Moose-Hunting Barbie aka Tina Fey, I mean Sarah Palin. I think. We’re still waiting for verification that that wasn’t a big joke being played on us by Ms. Fey and Lorne Michaels. So naturally, I was hesitant to believe that we were on the precipice of having our nation’s first black President since Bill clinton. Oh yeah, that’s right! He’s not really black, he just had negro tendencies. But I digress. Like any jaded, synical, secretly optimistic writer, I sat down and expressed my feelings about the situation on paper. Actually, it was a computer screen, but you know what I mean. So without further adieu, here you go…

Wonder why you were able to stay at home brother
Wonder why you were able to plug in, turn on and zone out
Wonder why you were able to lose yourself in the HD graphics
And to fast forward past beer commercials
Because the revolution has been synthesized

The revolution has been synthesized

The revolution was brought to you in part by HP
Over 5 nights with limited commercial interruption
The revolution was captured in pictures of Jesse Jackson
Blowing a bugle and leading the charge for equality
By Al Sharpton and Barack Obama feasting
On the hopes and dreams of Black America

The revolution has been synthesized

The revolution has been scientifically created and lab tested
Our progression was falsified, our development has been arrested
The revolution was produced in a studio in front of a live audience
Edited for content and to run in the allotted time
The revolution has been rated PG-13 to allow the children to see
So they can share the experience via Facebook and Twitter
There will be no really historic changes made
No equality gained or rights won
The marches we witnessed were just lines to see the revolution in 3D
But for those that couldn’t make it, the revolution was made for TV

The revolution has been synthesized