armchair

We comment on the political front
And how the Sri Lankan cricket team
Could have used a third spinner
– After all we are the wiles of spin
And the yarns of spin doctors –
As we weave everything on
What the color box boxes out
Like the perfect design of peace
Or a flawless blueprint
Of environmental conservation
Yet we don’t walk out, to vote
Or to a peace rally, nor do we throw scraps of paper
To a garbage bin – agape and in greet
We talk the talk but rarely walk the walk
When our obese buttocks
Are perennially stuck to the coward’s plank
Perfecting the art of diarrhea
After all we are only potty-trained
To be arm chair critics.

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