there's what politics
ought to be
and there's what politics
is
there's what religion
ought to be
and there's what religion
is
there's what art
ought to be
and there's what art
is
there's what love
ought to be
and there's what love
is
there's what family
ought to be
and there's what family
is
there's what sex
ought to be
and there's what sex
is
there's what a person
ought to be
and there's what a person
is
from what i can tell
the rotten is
of politics or religion or art or love
or family or sex
isn't too far off
from the is
of most people
it's hard to agree
what any of it
ought to be
but few
would disagree
what it is
don't much resemble
what much of anybody
thinks
it ought
to be
and it's a strange thing
that when the is
is what it is
for long enough
we just accept things
for the way they are
even when
they aren't anything
anymore
like the way
they ought to
be
so we compromise
by cornholing
the present is
from behind
as it
cornholes us too
with the is
that's us
too passionately consumed
with reciprocal reaming
and
too afraid
stupid
embarrassed
or ashamed
anymore
to ever look
the oughts
in the eyes
as we fuck