The Red White and Booo

On the eve of the election we all sit by and watch

As the future of our country soon heads toward it’s crotch.

Two candidates we have with much scandal galore,

And most women still think that Donald Trump panders whores.

But Hillary is no stranger to the tide of the swill

For she will not stray from demanding a kill.

Yet neither is worth the vote we must cast,

And most would be better off licking their ass.

But here our nation stands with two choices before,

While our country does hang in the balance of yore.

The good days of olde now no longer apply

Because every four years there’s another new guy

One that decides what must stay and what goes,

And what gets included in this current freak show.

The more these things change the more they remain,

So here the populous sits mad scratching its brains.

It’s not just the vote that we need to abide

But the fact that we all have been getting the snide.

Two candidates to choose and still neither apply,

Though both have arrived on a parade full of lies.

Perhaps it’s not them but the system that hurts,

We accept empty promises while our integrity bursts.

What choice do we have?  Please, where can we go?

The less options there are… well the less we all know.

But that’s the way it is meant.  That’s just how it should be!

If we cannot account for our own dignity.

And so here we must sit, watching polls do their dance,

Praying to God that the system will soon necromance.

For too long the deceased have been sounding their voice

To serve a purpose that surpasses their choice.

The system is fixed, old souls have no say!

Still nothing has changed til this very day.

With each new election there presents a new face,

Causing us voters to stress, fret and pace.

When will it end, and how must it go?

Perhaps we all need to stop watching this show.

Like bad television the subscribers all command

What the network accepts as supply and demand.

Well, I guess we’re no worse if you check the T.V.’s

Because their relevance is based on the you’s and the me’s.

Tomorrow it changes or perhaps it does not,

For if our voice mattered there’d be legal pot.

But that’s just a glance at the way things should be

If we honestly had power there’d be a “you n me”.

Though sadly there isn’t, there’s just what’s been sold

And that’s what we’re left with until we’re all old.

So sit back and laugh as this election unfolds

Because nothing is left for us dependents of gold.