At the Polls
Tonight, twilight is holding a referendum on the August breeze.
I, as a majority of one, in this patio polling station,
Will be voting for four years, or more, of cool nights like this,
Hoping to supplant the incompetent incumbent administration,
With a cabal, junta, troika, triumvirate
Capable of maintaining a perfect sixty-eight degrees, year round.
I'll also be stuffing the ballot boxes,
Intimidating those inclined to keep, in office,
The prexy who blows hot air, denies the hazards of pollution.
I'm going to cast my ticket, for August breezes in St. Louis,
Hoping that nights like this never get voted out of office,
Indeed benevolently reign for life.
08/25/09 - (2)
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