They ring the bell and pound the door
The porch is dark, I’m on the floor
Afraid to make the slightest sound…
I hate when pollsters come around!
Running every day is how
I keep my options open wide.
When someone says, “Let’s do this now,”
Then all it takes is to decide
If this is something I’d enjoy
The doing of, or having done.
If so, then I can say, “Oh, boy,
Let’s do it!” That’s how come I run.
If there’s a race for slobs
I’ll surely win it:
I just wet the bed
And I’m not in it!
Coffee free of floating fur
No cat chauffeur to PDX
Where pilots all decline to purr
No fogfoot-caused commuter wrecks
Absent fleas where once they were
Visit Harney County! Bring
Your weapons…heck, bring anything
You like! That’s why we pay that tax,
So you’ll be comfy! Tip: Bring snacks.
Poems are just words in rows
While everyone’s got lots of those
The order that the poet chose
Is key–excepting, I suppose
When Gertrude Stein defined her Rose
Tuesday! You know what that means! That’s right,
Election Day is just two weeks away!
Three hundred forty hours from tonight
The skies will clear– okay, they’ll be less gray.
Afraid to go cold turkey? DVR
A prime time network TV show or twenty:
When you’re craving crazy or bizarre,
Play back some campaign spots, and you’ll have plenty!
Twenty-sixteen’s October Surprise
Would be a week without a record low
For campaign rhetoric. Just close your eyes
(And ears and nose) and let the fortnight go.
Remember, though, it isn’t down to Fate,
It’s up to you, so Vote November 8!