Pipe Dreaming Democracy

Today’s a day that’s supposedly filled with political rhapsody/ Yet I sit down and write these words in full spiritual apathy/ I rather be electing a leader whose ideas can capture me/ Chattel ghosts are after me so I can’t afford to be an absentee/ That’s the way it has to be. Many died for my right to choose/ Even if I don’t like the dudes, I must vote, despite the mood/ Despite my feelings that elections do little to bring changes/ Choosing sadists with king wages as their armies sing praises/ Imitation sages. Thinking their group rhetoric is visionary/ Ideas as basic as having sex in positions missionary/ Political dysentery. This system has always been infected/ Vote’s been subjective since the first slave owner’s been elected/ I’ve been neglected and I don’t have the dough to get noticed/ One of the faceless voters. A pawn used in racist quotas/ I face disorder but I’m weighed down by a chaotic tapestry/ Guilty of blasphemy as I elect the next masonic majesty/ The honest travesty is the reality that we’re all expendable/ The poor’s reprehensible as the rich’s laws are extensible/ Democrats more sensible? They all come blunt? I doubt it/ Republicans don’t like me. At least they’re up front about it/ Our wisdom’s clouded. We can’t see their both on the same team/ With the same dream/ Get as much as they can then wipe the slate clean/ This bipartisan system doesn’t allow new voices to surface/ The powers that be, when faced with new choices, get nervous/ They’re hired to serve us, but we transformed them into royalty/ Despite what we feel morally, parties demand total loyalty/ Pay raises quarterly as their conduct grows more disorderly/ Abhorring me and the very few civil laws supporting me/ I don’t mean to be apathetic about the electoral process/ Keeping tabs on the government is an acceptable obsess/ A myth like Lochness? Is Democracy just a pipe dream?/ I must vote to find out. No matter how pointless it might seem...