Partytime! Excellent!

Cloud (def)#2 [a state or cause of gloom, suspicion, trouble, or worry.]
I took the prompt yesterday as 'emotions posted as poetry' 
Somehow this turned into a political rant on political rants.
Canadians may notice some subtle references to our leaders.

Partytime! Excellent!

It's a disgrace

All this mud in my face

slung from your political machine

Like an ape in cage

Screaming with rage

It's the bystanders covered in faeces

It's a circus, a parade

Call the piper, the harper, the band

The party wagons are circling

Some are born to it

Half wolf half sheep

To keep going you need some true dough

Some are a puppet on a string

Just a mouthpiece made

From a wood block by toy master, Duceppe

Some claim to be strong

And have a back bone made of steel

But they're young, broke and opted for tin

It makes me ill

A little queasy and green

So let the chips fall where they may

So many are hurting

So many hungry and broke

What's your plan to give 'em all care?

Like the saying goes

At least you have choices

So choose the lesser of two weasels

  

Fence defense.

I am not pro-choice. I am pro balance.

I look at pictures of dirty workmen's hands.

They do not remind me of my father.

Not that he did not work hard or was unwilling to get dirty.

He is a pastor.

When I think of his hands, I see him preaching.

He would say, "On one hand...but on the other hand".

The most important thing I learned was the concept of balance and reason.

God is quoted saying, "Come let us reason together."

It is often demanded that I 'take a side, make a stand!'

Why do I have to choose now? 

If I don't give in and agree with your brilliant opinion I must be as ignorant as them evil fools.

Does that makes me weak, wishy-washy, and lack courage?

Until I am emotionally invested and must take action, I want to weigh both sides, all sides.

If there are two sides, I want to be the third side or the arch that touches both.

Like the dusty old theological argument, "Are you Calvinist or Armenian?"

Stick a tulip in your gospel gun and call me a Calmenian!

In politics, I look at the ballot. I would choose none of them.

If I choose not to choose I choose anarchy and  that's not my choice.

Yes, I am a fence sitter, but not the tightrope kind.

Nor is it an narrow splintery American white picket fence.

My fence is more like the great wall of China.

I could go for miles either way and comfortably live for years on my fence.