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Rally Ho

The crowd dots the cavernous hall, colorfully scatter like a box of fallen jujubes, a virtual confetti of humanity with hoots and catcalls, the ruckus roar. The politicians venture forth unabashedly; prancing and pandering for chump change like circus bears on their hind legs, drool running from the corners of their painted mouths, captured on camera. Well-worn platitudes slide through the ether; wrapped in the crisp new cellophane of twenty-first century jargon thinly guised in the aroma of hot buttered popcorn; the moronic masses roar, behind the orange flames of plastic lighters.
* The Nader convention Green Part canidacy 2000 Radio City New York.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 1/14/2009 2:45:00 PM
love the smell of buttered popcorn, buy some every time i go to the movies. and to use it the way you did, was very clever. as well as the way you did this whole poem, well written. thank you for reading my poem and for your comment.
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