How can a race "begin"
when the running never ends?
But apparently, we're off!
The platitudes pour forth
in Niagara Falls proportions.
Vomited diatribes
ascribe outrageous lies
to particular political tribes.
Aspirational evisceration
is the sensation across the nation.
That a senator is stentorian
surprises exactly no one.
The congressmen
make no progress, man.
The gubernatorial goobers
gobble and garble.
And onto to these esteemed officials
the electorate paint their
apathy or ardor or antipathy or apoplexy.
This is the way the sausage is made:
with bloviating bangs and some whimpers.
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