My Mother Goes to Vote in the American Election

  My mother is the type, who even if good old Santa Clause is running for the local election, would not vote for an obese white man. for her the “X” is so precious, you could say she thinks of herself, as bigger than the whole electoral college.   She will never write on a…

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November 8th 2016

They say an election is a battleground To elect the lesser evil. Acidic words were exchanged Accusations possessed sinews and wings Rhetoric was belligerent and truth-drifted As tongues were slashing swords And rib cages were armored shields Bouncing off acryl words Here, there is only enough room For a comb-over or a power skirt And…

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Donald Trump – A Peek-a-Boo

In that suit-clad exterior Of a slogan-flasher, word-warrior And crowd chaser – rarely pleaser Is a man who is perennially torn By inner demons and outer stage A man who is pole-vaulting To the center stage of the oval office And be patriarch of the first family Singing with spin doctors and dancing with witch…

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