I step over politics several times each week. Tripping over needles— Round and round we go. Stuck in a track, Skipping beats, Shuffling through— Watching our feet. I step over politics several times each week. Listening to the streets— Indoors I sleep— I've never known that cold, The heat 'round a burnt out bowl, That ache which fills your soul. Another line... I'll end with "whole." I step over politics several times each day. The stakes are laid out— Often I'll say, Or rather, think is more apt, Disgusting. Intolerable. For shame. This usually occurs at the end of a day. But I'll just go home. While they go away.