The Votes Are In Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The votes are in.
It appears as though,
The ones receiving more from life...
Are those not burden,
By a carrying on their shoulders...
A methodical mythical way to live.
With a happiness that shows upon them,
Dancing to live with that sparkle still twinkling...
In their unclouded eyes.

And...on the other hand,
Strange enough as it is...
Those with bills,
Piling up as they sit...
In those big fancy homes marooned on lush hills,
Seem more concerned about the basics...
They wish today they didn't leave behind.
As the times climb the trails to knock,
On those 'French' designed and custom made doors.

'Are you a materialistic capitalist on these shores?
Or are you just a bling wearing socialist,
Caring less who wears the titles...
As long as you get what it is you need,
Mingling amongst all 'wannabee' socialites?
Hmmm?
Which one are you?
How do you fit in with all of this,
Toxic display of diversity? '

~Good observation.
Certain things I like to keep private.
Where is the bathroom? ~

'Just to the left of that exit sign.
Hope everything comes out okay.
And just as you wish and hoped to find.'

~How appropriate placed and stated.
Your comments.
And the exit.~