Timbuktu Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Borderline obsessed,
compelled to read it all
in papers and internet news;
now, at last it is fall.
The debates are taking place;
I am barely able to face
one more event that threatens my ruin,
stay ahead of what this country's doin'.
The election suspense is growing,
the Iraq war isn't at all slowing;
apparently our failures are also showing
an economy in a complete and utter mess.
I dearly love my country,
but still I must confess
if the crises do not end soon
so we can get some well earned rest,
perhaps breathe a sigh of satisfaction;
have at least a hope for a new direction,
I'll be forced to hide in places like yahoo
throw in the towel,
simply give up;
consider a move to Timbuktu.