What happens to Presidential hopefuls
when they return to their former state
governments with their tails
between their legs?
Do they shamefully reestablish
their roles as governors, senators
philandering philanthropists
and act as if nothing happened?
"Sorry, Voting Public. I guess we'll
have to settle for each other again...
that is, if you'll have me."
It's the subpar speech of a spouse caught cheating
and more often than not it works.
As Howard Dean sips bourbon and water
while watching the infamous "Byah!" clip
over and over in a dark room, while Bob Dole
takes the battery out of his back and tears up a contract
made with the fruit company, while Sarah Palin
tries her hardest to convince friends and family
that all of those horrible pornographic pictures
floating around on cell phones have been Photoshopped
Michael Dukakis blames it on a bad last name
and Al Gore blames it on the killer pit-stains due to Global Warming
and/or an election rigged by dead Florida residents
in cahoots with the Illuminati, Ross Perot
reclines in a twelve-bathroom mansion somewhere
counting his money naked on a couch
lined with polar bear fur between two
scantily clad former Miss Somewheres
and that's the only thing
that keeps my belief in our system alive.
Currently reading:
"Selected Poems" by Conrad Aiken.
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