If It Seems To You (I've Soured On The Vine)

If it seems to you,
Since those days when we stood
Side by side,
That we've moved apart -
Know I haven't taken a step,
My foulweather friend.

I still stand stubborn, rigid,
Beaten body bent into the wind.
My compass is broken,
Its direction is fixed.
When the meridian is passed
My needle does not shift.

If it seems to you,
That I grow bitter in your mouth
Year by year,
I've soured on the vine -
Know juice do not sweeten,
As it becomes wine.

IN PROGRESS

Law and order, tea party couture -
Flu season in the summer swelter;
Suburban anti-vaxxers spread
The organic affluenza epidemic.
Car bombs in Baghdad, welcome back -
Sing and dance, do the patriot shuffle.
Lotus eaters squat the senate,
Sleeping between the fasces
While nintendo kids fly drones.
The bald eagle is a buzzard,
Picking at Roman bones.

Leave the doors red, paint the flags black.