Given the Choice
I'd rather be here
at the grade school annual
Christmas show,
while out in the real world
a group of dirty old men
attempt to impeach
a dirty old president.
Up on the rooftop
click, click, click,
the first and second grade teachers
try to hold jelly in their hands,
and the innocents try
to remember their lines,
and contain their exuberance,
and mothers cry,
in joy and hope for
their little elves,
and fathers film the grand event.
While out in the real world,
a group of dirty old men
attempt to impeach
a dirty old president.
Ho, ho, ho,
What do you know?
And after we all
eat cookies and cider
and praise the efforts
of each others elves
and thank the teachers
for all of their efforts,
we go home to watch
despicable old men
and wish that the world
was in the hands
of second grade teachers.
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