Now We Are Sixty-Four: I

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Non-aligned.

I think I am a liberal, I grieve for people’s pain

(Though I haven’t helped the Homeless to come in out of the rain).

Perhaps I might be antifa; I know I’m not alt-right

Because while I look good in black, my friends are not all white.

Perhaps I’m a reactionary; No―I am PC.

I’m feeling very mixed-up and I don’t know what to be―

                    

AND

Left and Right

And Right and Left

And vacillate I go―

All around the spectrum―

The pol-i-tical spectrum―

Wishy-wash

And washy-wish

And up and down I go;

I think I am a Socialist embracing all with Care;

No―I believe in Trickle-Down,

In benefits cascading

In benefits cascading from a Hand that isn’t there.

SO

Galbraith, John

And Friedman, Milt

And Hayek, Keynes, et al―

All around the spectrum,

The ec-o-nomic spectrum―

I think it is irrelevant what politicians preach,

And it really doesn’t matter what the proud professors teach;

What I believe―yes, I believe I’ll have another drink;

‘Cause I’m feeling pretty fed-up and I don’t know what to think.

BUT

Muddle through

I’ll muddle through

No theories will I borrow.

I’ll think the way I want to think.

―At least until tomorrow.