Love, Disenfranchised (poem)
Love, Disenfranchised.
I know a firebrand desk-jockey
Who drinks whiskey half past noon-
Tic-tacs halfheartedly funding his nomination
As he preaches from his barstool with
Baby-kissing legislator’s lips.
I know a pencil-pushing politician
Who lobbies for favors, filibusters criticism,
Tells primary-colored lies- and looks
Wounded when I doubt my choice
Each and every time I pull his lever…
‘Cause what has he done for me lately?
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