Agendas

The old man walked over to the same old bench,
in the same old park, with his same old newspaper.
He sat down, the sun as his lightbulb, the grass his ottoman,
and began to read about the world, and see who had died.

He heard a young man, he guessed in his twenties,
yelling throughout the park at the top of his lungs.
Something about Republicans, and a political agenda.
The old man simply continued to read his paper.

The young man searched for prey and saw the old man,
and with his eyes narrowing in sight of him, he advanced.
"Sir, have you heard about the upcoming election, or taken..."
The old man went on looking up old friends in the obituaries.

When the man was finally done with his tirade, he added,
"So, how about it then? Would you like to register and vote Republican?"
The old man's eyes were reduced to slits and he let out a heavy sigh.
He looked up, and said:

"I'm sorry, young man, were you saying something?"