poem - poutine on the ritz

poutine on the ritz

it's happening with lightening speed

waves of euphoria

particle madness

millions of words buffer the packed projectile

but what it is, no one knows

promises upon promises

memorandums of understanding

commitments of confusion

but what's the reality

nothing, we've been running on the same spot

and there's proof, the spot's worn out

it's become a demarcation point

where the game of divide and conquer begins

you don't know any better

because you've never played the game

you've never considered yourself the ultimate prize

you've never perceived kings and queens to be foes

nor snakes and ladders

ladders that descend straight into hell

it's become a foreign affair

one embroiled with many hidden hands

hands that wear gloves

to hide their grizzly finger nails, and greed

but something strange has just happened

the Quebec PQ have arrived

and they're ready to put poutine on the ritz

thank you,

joseph pede