New Occidental Poetry

Strictly Speaking

The liberal’s sense of direction
Is badly in need of correction.
Their right it seems, is widely extreme
And far, far, far from the middle.

“Hard-right extremes”
The news-reader screams
‘Bout any whose tread isn’t leftward.

Their fate it appears                                      
Is to outpace their peers
In a race to the fringe
of the spectrum.

I hate to sound trite,
But you can’t be less right
Than when you’ve left out the middle.
And the space you’ve left
To the left of the right
Amounts to absolute piddle.

f'Man Bocera