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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.
Manure.
That is my thought on election night.
So much stuff that has been tossed
Around by the powers that be,
As well as by we the people.
Why does it have to be like this?
Who wants to feel like our country is
Being torn apart by two people, or
The people behind those people, or
The people behind them?
I hate it for our country, because
We are so much better than a bunch of
Trash talk aimed at pushing our favorite
Candidate to the top, while instead
We are tearing everybody down,
Including ourselves.
Damn, I can’t wait for closing time.
That will be a sweet hour.
Many of us won’t sleep well tonight,
Maybe for many nights.
We’ll be worried about the fate
Of the country we love,
The lives we’ve worked hard
To build for ourselves,
The future for our children.
Tonight, though, I’ll stick with
Manure.
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