These congressmen cannot be poets.
Poetry does not follow money
Or the distribution of money.
Poetry lives in a realm of dreams
Where money is not money. Where nothing is what it seems.
Poetry is not the shirtless man with a beer.
Poetry is not that. Poetry is here.
Poetry belongs to the child, who first learns
Beauty will not hurt you, but the beautiful burns.
Do children in the womb dream? They do.
They do not dream of money. They dream of you.