The Circus
The circus comes every four years,
the party puppets
beating each other senseless,
(not that you can tell)
with nothing but
drivel
and compromises
with the
devil.
Two of them are left standing
for the November face-off
of the beauty contest from Hell.
Pompous
patronizing
power-seeking
arrogant
ego-centric
supercilious -
a psychological
smorgasbord
of inherent flaws
that the job appears to require.
But it was you who let it loose.
While the fathers spin circles
in their colonial graves,
you let it in.
You’d rather be a constituent
than a man.
I do hope your trains run on time.
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