Dedicated to Governor Rick Scott on the occasion of his first State of the State speech.Cassandra by Robinson JeffersThe mad girl with the staring eyes and long white fingersHooked in the stones of the wall,The storm-wrack hair and screeching mouth: does it matter, Cassandra,Whether the people believeYour bitter fountain? Truly men hate the truth, they’d lieferMeet a tiger on the road.Therefore the poets honey their truth with lying; but religion—Vendors and political menPour from the barrel, new lies on the old, and are praised for kindWisdom. Poor bitch be wise.No: you’ll still mumble in a corner a crust of truth, to menAnd gods disgusting—you and I, Cassandra.