This poem repeatedly uses the everyday expression “clogged” or “stuck” to satirically portray distrust and stagnation in education, government, war, and politics.
The “blockage” described here is not merely physical—it reflects breakdowns in communication, social connection, and hope for the future.
Behind its playful rhythm lies a sharp critique of contemporary society and the anxiety that accompanies it.
Clogged
Clogged, clogged—
what got clogged?
Not enough hands
for bullying investigations.
If they dig deeper,
they will surely uncover piles of cases.
The city board of education and schools
scrape up incidents from the past.
What is truly clogged
is communication
between teachers and children.
After ignoring bullying,
they now pay the price
for avoiding responsibility.
Clogged, clogged—
trust with the children
remains blocked.
Clogged, clogged—
what got clogged?
Not enough naphtha,
and they cannot balance the supply.
Yet they insist
everything should be sufficient.
They drift farther and farther
from the lives of ordinary people.
What is clogged
is your information system.
Blind to the problem,
it spins uselessly in circles.
Clogged, clogged—
the pipeline to the people
has become blocked as well.
Clogged, clogged—
what got clogged?
They started a war
and reached a dead end.
All they have are previews and threats,
with no effective move left to make.
Resistance continues,
refusing to yield to intimidation.
What is clogged
is your foresight.
Approval ratings fall,
and leadership turns lame-duck.
Clogged, clogged—
the people’s expectations too
have become blocked.
Written on May 24, 2026.
When many things become clogged, frustration and discontent drive society into anxiety.
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