Bubble (W) Rap Poem by Keith Rushing

bubble thinking
as in a cartoon
hidden thoughts
in a public room
tacit realizations
kept from view
best unspoken
if only you knew

knickers in a twist
bees in my bonnet
politician's hands
have blood on it
'my honorable friend'
is really a snake
can't actually say that
decorum's at stake

if we could only say
what we really think
there'd be an uproar
there'd be a stink
still some would celebrate
'finally there's candor'
truth on the horizon
it couldn't be grander