Somewhere Over the Senate, Dreams Come True, Poverty is not Taxed, DADT Ends, and Lobbyists don't Make Laws

Somewhere over the Rainbow, Dreams come True.
The color Spectrum Infra to Ultra
is Free to be True to its Hue and Arc,
its Beautification of Celestial
proportion Outshines the Politician's
exCuses, his Shadow Constituents,
her Parlor Game Antics.  Worship me. Screw
you and Your Poverty. Twenty Thousand
dollars is what you Make? Unworthy Ones,
we need tax for our Deficit. Senate
Incarnate--that's Me. My own Private Set
is the evidence of my Superior
standing among us. We know how to have
fun with our Loopholes, Lobbyists, and Laws.

Insensate Power of the Congress

It's not what is Said or what's Visible
that Waits at the Door of Powerful Guise,
that just needs a Trigger, a Turn-of-Phrase,
to Register meanings: Rich, Able, Cun-
ning, unaccountable, and Untainted
by Reality. The Face of Privilege
is Flawless. It loses no Sleep for its
Society. Its Gaze does not wander
at the Gaunt Cheeks of Ideals and Dreams.
And the Nothingness of Meaning abounds.
It strengthens on the Denial of Sense,
of Touch, Taste, Smell, Speak, Hear its Citizens.
This is the way that Indifferent Power
yields its force by Denial of Presence.