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.
A referendum 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 cycle will come to a merciful end
Asses and elephants will gloat unchained.
Trampling and nibbling away until the madness sets in.
While a hoard of sheep and lemmings
heads for the cliff.
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