Elections

Elections yield idiosyncratic bloodthirsty gods, demons, lemons, liars, and fleas full of prayers that most are just tricks in twists and turns of emptiness that only endeavor to veil the roughness of these roughnecks full of vagueness and vanities; The real vampires, plunged, swimming and sinking in stinking Politics swarmed with fanatics, irks and licks, and deceits, and idioms, and schisms, and dreams, and victims and Isms said from wide wild mouths of crooks of looks and books, but of deaf ears, buoyed by self-seeking self-seekers and bootlickers, and the rest, as they trample down on the colors of truth, and play down –anxious and teasing times the sudden overnight gods