POEM: Nothing Off The Table

I have never been much of a fan of: “Nothing off the table.” This strikes me as boundary-less sociopathy.  Similarly, I am not much of a fan  of: “Politics is the art of compromise.” This strikes me as more often about being compromised than compromising…

Nothing Off The Table

The art of the compromised
Is taking
Nothing off
The table
Awe is negotiable
Human rights
And the whored of wrongs
Buy enlarge
Thankful
Fore daily bred
And barren fruit
Soully sorry
For any crumbs
By miss take
Floored
By the error you breathe

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