Dec 18, 2009

Thanks Al Gore

2010
by Tarzana Joe

When near next November’s nigh
A mad majority disappears
In spotless sun

Taxes rise
As realization settles
On a seething city
Thin alliances dissolve

Approval ratings glide down
Facts feature failure for the future
A hard fall comes
Quickly

Then signs are raised
Slogans shouted
For the nation’s celebration

One term Blue Dogs take their leave
Unmourned
Bekins readies their vans

The people have found their voice
Bells ring
The city on the hill shines again

The poet cries
The moment of decision has arrived
The checkbook and the voting booth
Here are your tools.