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The hipster politician

Makes long, eloquent statements

About nothing and nobody.

Their words as polished as chrome,

But what do they say?

And who do they speak for?

They don't speak for me.

The hipster politician

Says the words that I want to hear,

But don't get your grammar wrong,

Because he'll fire someone over the mistake.

His eyes are that trained to the details and

Nuances of his own appearance.

His eyes don't miss a beat,

When it could cost him a vote or handshake.

The hipster politician is the grammar police

Of a society that doesn't really give a shit

About grammar correctedness, style, or form.

But the hipster politician wears his wordplays

Like a badge of legitimacy and his long, winding

Statements like a symbol of strength and valor

In a time without war.

The Grammar Police are coming for your Twitter timeline.

They are grading you; you are all in grammar school now,

For your signal strength.

As if strength was a rarely used adjective,

Subjective verb disagreement, an active or

Passive statement.

The Grammar Police doesn't judge what matters,

The resonance of your device,

The quality of your character,

Or the rhythms and your rhyme.

Throw the hipster politicians to the curb,

Let them drink together in pubs,

Let the revolutionaries have the salon,

And while everyone is drinking coffee, tea, or beer,

Let the real people of this world

Storm the Bastille

And take back their Government

From politicians that do nothing,

From politicians with empty promises,

From politicians unable to command attention

With their empty rhetoric, pristine grammar, and

Hollow souls.