The Electoral Process
The Electoral Process
The masses are gangrene
and gaseous, vague
twisting sad and turning
round to swing
"the bastards," mumbles
stumbles grabs
a stick and stalking
wants some more
more and lost
it shakes
its heads
about
to cry and
sees a single figure
rising through the static
a man...
the promise
of a man,
banjo pure
and clean
as smiling snow
white like a brand new bed sheet
a president
articulating frustrations
into laser points of anger