End of Session

None of our tough questions get answered
Hard heads and tight lips and red faces
Hiding truths under armor cracks of brief bursts of anger
Blustering cornered but vice-gripping words unspoken
Would’t even slip out during 3 martini buddy lunches
Stoking fat cigars curling smoke halos above
Slicked back hair and balding heads with combovers
Slightly greasy locks and shiny shimmering skin
Sworn secret-keepeers belching self-congratulation
All-knowing better than constituents the facts they fold
In tight paper packages tied up with string
Sealed in vaults with all their hidden things
The air tight spaces and strangling voters ignorant
Where veracity suffocates in never seeing sunshine