From the Sidelines

I'm going to sit this one out, find a cave, on a hill to watch from, maybe a big old oak tree, just sit under it lean on its broad trunk, watch the freak show. The battle can rage in the valley below. I don't care who wins, it will be some rat bastard, some pimp of a politician. The White House lawn will be littered with slain goblins and elves Of course, I will honor the memory of this grim ballyhoo with a patriotic poem, I will read it from the balcony with all the other assholes. For now though it seems more important and more pressing to shat in the woods.