The Election Process
The insanity of our lives is found
In the reality of elections.
Morality is seldom voter bound -
Humanity is short on perfections.
Urbanity comes rushing to the fore
And mentality takes a turn to the rear.
Brutality might be found at the core
Profanity is certain to be near.
The pure inanity of our speeches
And the mundanity of our dinners
Shows up the vitality of leaches -
Which is a formality for winners.
So a fatality is our honor
Which with volcanity is a goner
1/21/17
For contest Word Challenge
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