Tricks and tangles,
Stories and jingles.
It’s November.
It’s election time.
…
Can’t wait
For it to be over.
Wish I drank.
Don’t want to be sober.
…
Such a tragedy,
What has become
Of the media monster.
So much for a peaceful outcome.
…
I will dip my head
Into a hole,
And hold it there
‘Til all this blows over.
…
Either way,
It will be a flop,
But ratings will soar,
And anxiety will soar higher.
…
Does it matter
What the candidates are doing,
Or what the experts say
About their predictions?
…
Apparently so,
As most will be glued
To the television,
Despite the garbage.
…
Let the fun begin.
Your poem, Gordon, reflects much of what I am feeling today.
Meg
Sorry to hear that, Meg. Thank you very much for your comment. 😊