Power came to my home for dinner
Well, not actually my home, rather my house
Not in person, but through a representative
Witch some defer to as a medium
That would be TV
In accuracy, as sum political add
All the same
It’s doubt full
Much communion did cur
With such racket
At a terminal din
Only made conceivable
Because we were not at the table
Or like wise
Wee was only relevant
During commercial ventures
In urgent need of relief
Of such vapid paced annunciations
Passing buy consummate actors
And receptive johns
Cue public
As is
The super official weighs of power
Stay qualm
And carrion
This is a poem about the visitation — annunciation if you will — of power through the virtual medium of television, specifically political campaign ads. Except for campaign season, powerful political players typically only pay cursory attention to your average citizen, and even a lot less to your less-than-average citizen. However, when campaign season arrives, and the specter of democracy raises its ugly head, scores of political consultants and Madison Avenue ad men team up with choice demagogues to convince potential voters of their love of the common man, and occasional woman. The uninvited guests of political ads are an invitation to empty one’s bladder or bowels. There is little to miss by going to the john during such political intercourse. 
Preemptive candidates spin tales of unprecedented risks faced, conveniently exactly matching their protectorate available for the unremarkably small prize of your vote. Superpredator super PACs feed off the fears of a moribund electorate. The consolation prize of an unrewarding status quo somehow seems imminently reasonable. The practicality of disappointing probabilities shocks and awes mere unadulterated possibilities and hope filled futures. Weather handed 30 seconds or 60 seconds, wee are handed a second-hand government, where real power need not visit real homes occupied by real people.
Perhaps, instead of vainly expecting politicians to properly mete our needs, wee might want to take it to the seats of power, with much more to offer than getting out house. May we unleash the solidarity and gumption needed to make democracy work for awe of us.
