Congress

C o n g r e s s

From across the aisle they glare In contempt of each other’s enviable girth, Another grudge match is set to begin, Flab rippling as one-half of the body Politic slaps its belly against the other, Grunting, huffing, yawping barbarously. When the goal is to be immovable, Being fattest is to one’s advantage. While inside this circular chamber The whole point is to fight for position, Snouts down at the public trough, In order to grow so obese That they don’t get pushed Out of the ring by their opponent. When lobbyists arrive promising A secret, high-calorie diet of private, Corporate slops to the highest bidder, They all squeal in unison With voracious delight. At their biggest match of the year, On Election Day in America, only By their red and blue silk mawashi Diapers can you still tell them apart.