While the politicos twiddle their thumbs,
I want them to press their hands
Up against that cool, cool glass.
So smooth, that pane, so transparent.
I want them to pick up the phone receiver to speak.
What can be said right just then?
The speechwriters seem to have lost their pens.
The guard will only allow one minute.
The room so cold.
The glass so thick.
The chair you sit on so