Bread Crumbs

The bread crumbles as I try to butter it

Too lazy for a dish to be under it

The shortcut taken is often longer

Political expediency is how to win

Others pay the price when we’re gone

No need for comprehensive plan

Like jazz, we’ll improvise

Facts, figures, what do we need

We’ll make them up and sell them

Sell them whatever they don’t need

Never mind that version of the news

Change stations rather than minds

We’ll pick of the pieces later

Bread crumbles, it happens

And a little more of who we are falls away

As our soul darkens a bit each day