Doing Immitations of John Travolta

Unable to put together the logic of Solomon with the incertitude of the bug eyed-mothers wondering what this son of Bathsheba---doing well despite the blood splattered background he came from---was likely to do
The real mother having heard stories and so knowing he wouldn't think twice about a dissection of exibit one .
Still she couldn't tell if he was bluffing.
And wondering what he would have done had the two of them not been living in a sand blasted hut.
Wondering what he got out of it.
Wondering why sitting on a throne , high and mighty, wasn't enough .


But that's the discretion of kings and presidents insulated by selected constitutional tissue paper,
with the confidence of knowing any cock and bull homily can be turned into policy by switch and bait practitioners ,
mule skinning since they were seven,
floating cerebrally in the deprivation tanks of their own making.
Its interesting how the words squeezed out of the languishing linguistic links in the heads of a few crooning men and delusional women , and vice versa,
have been able to get war cries harmonizing with the nickle and diming of war crime-ing , coming out the front door of the bank.
 

The reconciliation is gone when you sit down at a table with well dressed believers in fables,
and the agenda that will bend you is put on power point
and you got to sign on the dotted line that all your problems are gone,
leaving you hanging expendable if you lack enough flex in your genuflect.

And one look in their eyes and you know that the group-think shrinks have got to them.
And so you wander the earth's circuses for fixes,
for a room to rest free from the fumes of wisdom learned in the dark
as taught by idolaters doing imitations of John Travolta.