A Vote for The People

Hordes of sheeple decked out in red, white and blue. Lined up in rows, waiting to cast their votes to allegedly decide who will dominate the airwaves for the next four years. A pointless tradition, I dare to say. But who am I to say anything? I’m just another incompetent cog in a system that cannot function without a skilled mechanic tinkering with every nut and bolt, or so they say.

Season of the Witch (Poem)

Cast your votes then toss the ballots. It’s the season of the witch
When every voice counts

This time will be different
You heard what he said

His words have power
His potions are iron clad

Forget the other guy
He’s a charlatan at best

At worst
He’s a lizard spawned from the depths