Two Puppets Blathering

two marionettes dancing on the screen with the elite hands teetering them in front of us all & we can’t see the puppet masters but we get to hear the talking heads blathering blathering blathering, boasting of supposed differences than what has come before, with pockets full & absent of personal worry, with healthcare & a life of happiness for their families, with wealth to pass on, without the problems of those they preach to like priests in front of the sheep pretending there is a promised land, like prostitutes asking for the wad full of bills after that first vital blowjob & the sheep ba ba ba cause they want to hear more & they will, because after all, this is just the first debate.