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arqios


Notice of absence from arqios
It’s been an ultra-busy week so far and no signs of letting up, just yet. Please bear with me, yet again. 🙏🏻🕊️

 

they enter not with boots but brogues—

shined mirror-bright, reflection-proof—

carrying portfolios stuffed with secrets

and a grin that clocks in before the truth does

 

they sip from crystal talk transparency

through patent teeth

(fogged slightly with lobbying)

 

floor speeches flow like varnish:

smooth, non-stick, unsinkable

 

they nod through the anthem

hand on heart pocket on donor

"here to serve," they say while quietly

serving seconds to the highest bidder

 

the cloakroom echoes with forgotten intentions

and skeleton keys to closed-door committees

 

each law passed a paper boat folded with invisible ink

and still, the headlines call them honourable

while we scroll through what’s left of the paddock

 

 

 

 

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  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 30th, 2025 05:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: villains in parliament, very insidious persons, villainously important persons… there are surely some around.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12
  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Tristan Robert Lange
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  • sorenbarrett

    Some really great lines here my friend to pick a few:
    "they enter not with boots but brogues—
    shined mirror-bright, reflection-proof"
    The possible double meaning here in that brogues can be well shined dress shoes as well as rough untanned leather. Both reflected in the second line where they are shined and reflection proof. This is the metaphor of having it both ways.
    "each law passed a paper boat folded with invisible ink"
    A most lovely metaphor filled with so many possible meanings. The paper boat a child's toy reflecting how they treat the recipients, easily replaced, disposable. The invisible ink (they may call it transparent) its fine details not seen by mortal eye. Then there is the word play in the line
    "here to serve," they say while quietly
    serving seconds to the highest bidder"
    A masterful satire that reads so clearly and unfortunately is so true. A fave

    • arqios

      Many thanks dear friend. 🙏🕊️

    • Doggerel Dave

      Hear Hear – Argh!

      • arqios

        a pirate's life fer me! 🕊️🙏

        • Doggerel Dave

          Nice work if yer can get it, I 'spose.....

          • arqios

            It's the retirement benefits that call out the most!

            • Doggerel Dave

              So close to corruption you'd call 'em c...........

            • Goldfinch60

              Such true words Rik. As I have said many times "When do you know when a politician is lying?" "Their lips move!".

              Andy

              • arqios

                Not wrong there mate. 🙏🕊️

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                My friend, I’ve seen that same varnish at work…the way power cloaks itself in respectability while truth gets filed away. You’ve voiced it fearlessly. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                • arqios

                  Got some relatives in high places and even classmates. But it's always the same. Lol. seems like it's everyone for themselves.



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