They speak in loud tones,
Affirmative drones,
Elitist groans.

Worrying the sad state of the nation
Like a child worries the hem on her Sunday best
Until eventually
The whole thing unravels
In a cascade of thread and desperation

They have their rambles and rants
Stitching a quilt of resolutions
And demands
Yet when all the air is gone
Every last breath breathed
They are gone without ever having left