I suddenly realized when I said I'll read my political poem,
there were a few others sort of lurking around
in a slant kind of way.
And I think of it partly, because I
have here something called "On the Poly-Sci Bulletin Board."
Wanted, for our study of truth, we need the liars of the world.
Let them come forward.
And we need murderers, plotters, all the selfish and mean,
their threats, their fiercest raving.
There are not enough people to question or to see.
A sniffing dog trots through an honest world.
Our study is of evasion.
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