ELECTION POEM: We De-serve More Than One Date a Year

Even with
The sorry lack
He in the capitol arena
He refuse
To beg for change
As riddled with ballots
From a stone throne
Presumed in a sense
As the free mark it
To a difference
In hour damn nation
Weather staying qualm
Or carrying on
As beheading
The wrong direction
Right
That’s going to
Like pulling
Out of a hat
Railroaded
And Rand over
Take
You’re choice
Taking liberties
Wear ever
Whatever
Left
Dying
With boots on
Won’s neck
And arms flailing
In the heir
Violins playing
US again
And masses cry
Weight
For some guardian angle
Following-lite
30 seconds and never the goaled
Promising silver ballots
For the monster knock off of your choice
The leaser of two evils
Billed on platforms not worth one read assent
Rhetorical quests in
Skirting half the populace
Out flanking the body politic
And the only deliverance
Is backwards male junk
Ridden on drossy stationary
Acceding Stepford lives
Androids answering robo calls
Buy passing any hire
Rebutting
Like sum tally whacker
Awl to govern us
Violating our hides
Out ranking privates
Another poll taken
As nations pawned
And questions razed
From the dread
The answer
Lies
Before us
And incite us
The time is now
To re-wind
These vane
Truly bearing
As wee
Vote with our feat
And in-F-able arts
De-serving
More than one date a year
Arrest of our daze
Courting flaccid
Feudal proposals
And tickets beyond won’s means
Soully to forge more candid dates
And over
Our faux
Never miss lead

It’s election day!  This election poem captures the perennially popular concerning , particularly electoral , and issues a call for a more encompassing path to redress our collective grievances and embody our shared hopes.  In short, this entails year-round civic engagement where vote regularly by putting some and pouring their hearts into public .  This sort of direct leads by representing ourselves boldly and honestly to one another, backed up by whatever we have in our lives.  We get the we deserve.  Or, in this case, we get the we de-serve.  We stop serving structures and start serving one another.   This saps the top-down so fraught with abuse and alluring to those more interested in governing others than governing themselves.  There is no patchwork of half-truths that can stand without the of the governed.  are largely contrived of narrow pandering to the and offering mere styles of the .  If we settle for a that only works a day or two a year, and barely that, then we should adjust our expectations commensurately.  Though this is not the only choice: hemmed and hawed candidates or non-participation, not .  Whether you vote or not — and I think you should make such a modest investment of time — the body politic is not formed in a day or two.  What we do the rest of our days is decisive.  , shop, consume, die may be one way to go, but what price do we pay for our “free” time.  Free people live and give freely.  Free people are the the want to see in the world; they are not waiting for license from others.  I like the saying: activism is the rent I pay for living on this planet.  I occupy this planet first, am a member of the second, and a citizen of a particular jurisdiction/shopping zone thirdly.  If we unabashedly order our lives according to our deepest and priorities, the sheer force of our lives will champion our planet, give rise to a cherished , and even create a firewall against bullshit mistaken for a fertile common-.  Of course, like they say, isn’t free.  Being change in the world will exact a price.  And while you may only get what you pay for, there are untolled pleasant along the way.  The only real question is how much are you willing to pay, and how much are you willing to ?

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