THE MEDIOCRE.

In the arena of the even
The unequal legged veteran
Has a greater chance of
Settling than the level
Headed due to the
Equity of issues,

For the chambers of the
Strangers who constitute
Our spokesmen are
Cluttered with the
Literature of political
Invention and its quotas.

And in the hallways of
The boring the more
Erudite who laud
Their stories on
Communal chalk boards
Are being ignored,

As on the channels that
We hang upon our flat
Paneled screens once
Glamorous and great
Pantomime routines
Are banged and baited.

And in the cattle sheds of
Mortals the extraordinary
Sportsmen have found
Less noughts after their
Names than the shameless
Well supported.

And in terms of foreign
Policy we’ve earned more
Solemn promises from
Less than steady presidents
About the rising sediment
We’ve settled in.

And journalists and
Broadcasters have passed
The point where news was
Last associated with
More than just a
Semblance of the truth.

For in those walks of life
Where giants used to talk
Of more than life the lanes
Have been overrun by
Joggers and the jugglers
Trying to become them.