Tic Toc Republic Poem by Poetical Analysis

A tickity tockety just like a clockety
The Republic makes its way
Every promised chance of change
Welcomes every day
Cast your vote as is provided
And hope you're not alone
Merely a rod in the armrest of Liberty's worshipped throne
Or decor within the pedal stool upon which Independence lays his hand
As this Republic so covers this once uncivilized, virgin land
It tics & it tocs ever changing its faces
Flowing with the times
With courts & cops & patriots
They pass laws to conceal their crimes
Change is ever a vote away
Because the Republic's coarse is true
As far as that is it seems so close
As if you knew just what to do
So you, tried and true, rise up courage to tic & toc the Republic's face
Whether a second, a minute, or the longest hour
It's the same malignant pace
Therein lies the political science
That crafts gods from states to exploit this hate
Run in circles through the spell of debate
And always admit we were too late
Trapped by Republic's secret bait
We think we comprise this sovereign state
While we're actually on someone else's plate
That some rich magnate already ate
These are the sounds the Republic makes

2/26/13



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