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The candidates all wearing a Holy Ghost costume
And phony public servant’s smile
Stood on soapboxes just to reach the pulpit’s microphone
With their flawed ethics and concealed disabilities
Self evident
They promised to cut taxes with one hand and raise them with the other
Repeatedly trying to drive home the designated point
No one else could put an end to war…by saying…
Look at us we are the only ones who can walk on water
To which I respond, feeling so insignificantly humbled…
Imagine how powerful that must make them feel
I remember as a young man,
When in between flashbacks of suicidal tendencies
Brought on by the over use of drugged out paraphernalia
I used to inhale the thought of someday being King
Of anything
But I soon gave up that corrupted ambition
Upon reading the fine print
“I hereby swear to uphold”…
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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