Unavailable Ideal

Oh to possess the skill

And the wisdom tooth—

Forsooth! forsooth!—

To distinguish truth

From storied falsehoods

Sent down from crowns of Hill

By ones quite mentally ill

Who spleen ill will …

It shall remain—alas!—

(Along with laundered green

That’s not just grass)

For much of humankind

One just might find

In all the neighborhoods 

(Let’s be rightly real!)

An out-of-reach ideal.

(Author’s note/disclaimer:

Hill here refers quite naturally—

of course!—to D.C.’s 

Capitol Hill.

No cynicism rears here

expressed ... or implied.)