Democrat Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

carve an empty heart.wave a flag at emotion.throw something in the ocean.be bored.be overly torn in the sex game.know my name.my infinite power is called 'my hour'.throw flowers at brides and tell them to wave goodbye to any good times you could'a had.be all the bads.and when you add up your experience, and find no one takes you serious, go get more pierces, and try, internet poetry.just dont cuss.cause a big fuss.dont write of lust, if its hetrosexual, and vote for obama.throw up in jars, reap gas from cars, and hide the jars from your momma.