Election Poem
Dumb and ugly, mad and bitter
Filled with anger, wrath, and rage.
Screeching always of “Unfairness!”
As they march about the stage.
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Envy is the motivator,
Hating God and self the cause.
Pride and vanity the reason
That they each dislike God’s laws.
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There’s salvation in taxation.
And great joy in leveling.
“Those above us must be brought down!”
Is the song that haters sing.
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Bring all higher ever lower
Is the goal they each embrace.
But when each election’s over,
They are still stuck in their place.
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But they all feel vastly better
Having let their great rage roar.
That is why we have elections,
Don’t want them to get too sore.
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Let them spew their mindless drivel
Pretend their thoughts are profound.
Minds destroyed by eating bluster
Soon go quiet in the ground.
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Then, another generation,
As unhappy as the first,
Comes upon the earth complaining,
Each Cain will vote for the worst.
