A subtle twinge of confidence
is all it would take to begin
a revolution around here,
but there can’t be any upstaging
of the local patriarch, the man
who throws gestures at lesser men
as though there were no way
to upheave his macho influence.
But oh, could he be any more wrong.
He’s simply never seen power in flux;
he figured he’d live his whole life
without answering to the next generation,
all the while refusing to adapt
to the new universal standards
unfolding left and right.
Call him a traditionalist, forcing
his fossil fuel agenda into the oceans
and claiming it was merely an oversight.


Author: Aidan Badinger I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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