November Roaches

The garden of plastic signs only blooms around election time those two-legged roaches spouting empty words they don't give a damn about our lives where were these roaches on the fourth of July. I feel like pruning their signs but it's a felony crime you can even do time.. but tear down honest Abe and they'll turn a blind eye. can't wait for the circus to leave town the neo-politicians juggling pins of our emotions big nosed clowns spitting tear gas in our faces from plastic flowers empty vases they are. can't wait for the two-legged roaches to crawl back into their dark holes. and they bark at us to vote.. for what.. a roach?