LegalityA Poem by Kenneth The Poetwritten in December '23the politician wants the vote, and maybe a weakened position on the world stage… lowering the voting age likely did that, that is if you subscribe to the domino theory… but regardless of what armchair and professional historians might think, the governing document was amended and it exposed yet another deep flaw in American culture that nobody really seems to give two s***s about… you can vote and serve in the military at the age of eighteen, but the purchase and taking in of alcohol and nicotine is restricted to the age of twenty-one… why is this? why do we accept this? why do we not question this? why is adulthood staggered like this? is it supposed to be a reward or punishment? nobody seems all that bothered by it, but it’s not like such deep contradictions have bothered people before… women weren’t allowed to vote until over a century ago, even though it was very clear they could hold their own in the political arena… this is literally the other half of the American population, and such a contradiction was considered socially acceptable… the cognitive dissonance is enough to shatter anyone’s rational mind… and yet under the watchful eye of the tangerine trashcan fire, the age to purchase and take in tobacco products was made equal to the age to purchase and take in alcoholic beverages… and not one person really raised an eyebrow about it in question, in consternation, in outright rage about the pure stupidity of it all… and yet the teens and new adults will find ways to get them regardless of the legality, because parents are neither god or big brother… rinse, lather, repeat… and so on… so it goes © 2025 Kenneth The Poet |
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Added on December 18, 2025 Last Updated on December 18, 2025 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more.. |

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