Every four years we all unite,
Looking for someone who will fight,
Turning all that’s wrong to right.
We stay up late
And when we win,
We celebrate our party in.
We revel then, we all rejoice
Believing now we have a voice.
They’ll make the hard decisions
And when they’ve made their choice;
They’ll bring us back
From brink of doom
By sitting in that oval room.
Global warming will then be fixed
But no. They squirm.
They so resist.
Employment must be in the mix.
So much energy, we all need more.
So, we drill nearby, offshore.
As video streaming bulletins fly
“Oil – gushing from ocean floor.
It gushes still, more and more.”
Health care rising, taxes too.
Jobs, retirements, pensions lost.
We elect our leaders.
But at what cost.
Ray Olson ©2010
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