Standing in Relation to Politics

It calls me,
in the middle of the day,
as i listen to the radio for music,
it calls.

Its not peter Mansbridge,
but it mine as well be,
the voice on the radio squeaks in,
I was enjoying the solitude of my room,
and the classical music,
but the voice becomes political.

A political prisoner of doom,
sitting in my room,
i listen and consume.

Politics is no choice,
I am called to it,
By Pete Mans to the Bridge

My escape:
I turn of the radio,
if its not too late

Oh but wait,
hostages in India,
80 dead,
by brain must be fed

I want more,
and when i've had my share of indian grief,
give me some dion and harper to top it off

What a delicious recipe for an afternoon of schizophrenia