A Democracy Coin Floats In The Gutter

I don’t mind if you don’t. I’m patriotically impartial
for now, wouldn’t want to start something
disconcerting between us and our contenders
though I feel like a cat in water

Listening to the suits sensibly spout liquid gold while careful not to giveaway all,
simulating open air discussion with non-descript words
trying to reside adjacent the sun while
kicking away the podium
to displace others in deep shadow

Ads, polls and social smear taps are on full pressure
disturbing our thinning concentration with hyper-text
and undertones that scald the senses
while democracy eddies on
in fluid controversy

Alien tribes rally for power
banners rustle and candidates sweat
over heat of the moment stuff aired on talk shows,
orchestrated suds in the bowl stuff
spinning their wheels to escape showing shady tints of true color
while leaking the other’s hue with a slur

Blue or Red
is draining through household pipes
with seeping and polemic supporters,
funneling a load through the tributaries
while equally perplexing primary results
sit in the basin of the country
and clog the sink with debate

To the unpleasantly appealing and ripe for exposition confabs
and sermons heard, some are mystified, justified and disoriented.
All of us, while ready to feel superior
not with what we’ve lost,
are saturated with what we’ll gain.
Some presidential, supreme
and chief-like candidate to name
but who really wins?
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