About the dreams of yesterday and today
We can safely say there is no need to dismiss
Their mimicry of reality as we note the sorrow
In the eyes of the man who would be president
And the anger in his teeth as we ate a bowl of chips
And watched him on TV. Oh, the tears we shed
Over a country abducted and his vow to keep it that way
Before withdrawing to our single bed where sleep
Eluded us, at first light the radio reporting
What we had heard and approaching it
From angles we hadn’t thought of until juiced
By the commentator’s word storm we spoke our truth:
We are small overall but large in the secret places
That we go and here declare our candidacy for
The presidency of the United States of America:
Wife beater and philanderer, pornographer and pedophile,
Welfare cheat and scofflaw, our hat is in the ring.
July 2004
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