Thursday, January 26, 2006

The Day After The Election

Political signs,
          pleas scattered
like puppy dogs in broken window,
kissed babies        discarded
in the aftermath of voter war.
          Each one fingers
of a vain hand        grasping
for a reward they'll never see
                                                     be
All sane voters eat their ballots:
the only palatable choice.

[Found in notebook; posting a little late :)]

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