Three-piece suit, pressed and primed. Cigar in hand and war on the mind. Foreign policy is for the weak. We call this man a politick. We all stand apart looking all around but never open our eyes. Warm and safe, hiding in his home. Watching TV spellbound and mesmerized. Knowledge is not the cup he seeks. We call this man a politick. We all stand apart looking all around but never open our eyes. Lost within the maze of my mind. Looking for cracks in the steel. Know just enough to be dangerous. I call myself a politick. We all stand apart looking all around but never open our eyes.