Fun House Politics

The eve of the big election asses and elephants sparring, one tramples our heart the other slowly nibbles it to death affluence trying to seduce the minions with their million-dollar smirks and five and dime lips. I enter the election booth staring through a kaleidoscope of red, white and blue referendums written by whom I'm the dreamy fool, placing my future in the palm of warlocks and witches fun house perverts and pigs twirling ideologies with jesters on a crooked pledge. The election will come to a merciful end asses and elephants will gloat unchained, trampling and nibbling away until the madness sets in and the pack of lemmings breaches the ledge.