Not particularly caring who wins the Presidential
race don’t make me an unworthy automatically –
that’s a crappy allegation; one of the pair’s going
to grace some leading demographic tap or other,
gain an unprecedented grade no-one mentioned
previously and ease himself into the presidential
suite before hullabaloo quietens to dull shush, its
happened time and again – and so say all of us
Fortunately the winner is merely President – still,
his wolf-pack salivates at the gate lolling tongues,
a Party thwarted in quest for absolute gustatory
ascendency; hunger like that threatens appetite
and aggrieves sanity which, surely my friends,
is a downer y’all can conceivably live without
© 17 October 2012, I. D. Carswell
Please note I discretely waited until after the election result.
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