Spokesperson for the hoi polloi Fat and fusty by normality Suckling her comfortable tit with tractable lips Seeing icons of freedom flamed for malversation On marble steps of venerate power Seeing pestiferous burning crosses On unkempt, shriveled and senescent lawns the whir of cameras boilerplate questions peppering the empty air Until the savior gives the answers Pure and considered from a studied reason. Hie back to milk, flavor now sweetened.