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