He suffered
Multiple strokes
Of genius
Rendering him
Unable Not To speak
Out
With what
Was in
Left and right
Both lame
All to gather disarmed
In infancy motions
Red and blue
Leaving won
Marooned
Feeling peaked
In a fervorish affection for awe
Only not taking — seriously!
As if
Cracking
Sum remorse code
And infirm resolve
Following every empath
Willing to lead
Awe the ardor
Challenging
Everything
Wee wince knew
As invalid
This poem is a takeoff on having a stroke, or in this case, multiple strokes…of genius. This poem is an ode to playfulness as a form of salvation from the lameness of politics. By playfully challenging virtually every ideology one can escape the death grip of political calculations. Also, such playfulness is both a means and an end to revitalize overly serious politics. Politics is important enough that being rendered unable not to speak is a useful affliction, as participation is key to vital community. Nonetheless, sparing oneself, and others, from the cynics of politics is reason enough to embrace awe and playfulness. The braininess of political operatives may be able to triangulate winning electoral strategies and even pretty enlightened politically correct platforms, but truth is more akin of joy than rightness. Politics tends to create as many problems as it solves. As Albert Einstein so aptly noted, 
“Intellectuals solve problems; geniuses prevent them.” May you be subject to multiple strokes of genius as an antidote for lame politics.
