I like political art.    
 
That’s your interpretation.    
 
Can you penetrate other people’s ethos growing up empty of teaching, unavailable reserve? Yet too reserved to comprehend thick grasses amount to ridiculing the five phonemic states of flying birds.   
 
Someone asked me not to float this while our so-named public face makes a living, almost kidding and choosing only ballots on fire. What kind of prose government takes dabbling more lightly?