Republican or Democrat
Like a hypnotized maniac
on quaaludes and Prozac
still trying desperately
to get back to the nineties
17 not 19
still dreaming and
scheming to find a way
to become their great grandparents
like back in the olden days
when everybody had to
do it their way or the highway
They don’t care if he’s in jail
they’ll run out and pay his bail
with the money that they stole
when they didn’t pay their taxes
while he relaxes in his hotel
hocking anything
he can sell or trade for
another Russian wife
because he’s spent all his life
using everybody’s money but his own
Meanwhile back on the white toilet throne
the other one mumbles and bumbles
till the press is all gone
then smells his wife’s hair
before eating his pablum and
falling asleep in his chair and not
waking up until dawn
wondering what went on
while he shuffled across the lawn
saying, I’ll work with you
if you want to do it my way
cause that’s how we did it
back in my day
back in the nineties
that’s still 17 not 19
What choice do we have
but to vote for this one or that
because everyone else
has moved along
to take jobs as some corporate
schlong or just staying at home
to live off the books they
write about someone else’s
troubles and never their own
till their cover is blown
and the truth is revealed
about how they squealed
like a little piggie while
being delivered
to the altar stone.
But it will not get any better if
we stick our heads in the sand
at some point, we must all make
a stand and say damn
enough is enough
it’s getting too rough
besides, with your head down,
you’ll just get another kick in the ass
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