Election Year
The rant machine rumbles:
A dreadful Olympiad.
They wear panties and bustiers
Cut from the flag,
Turn tricks on TV sets
And roll us like drunks
In the November morning after.
And we come
With fists full of C-notes
Tuck them in private places and
Howl
Tongue lolling
For what they promise
And will never give
For free.