T.C.
Taylor, October 3, 2017
A-Political
Ive never voted. No ballots toted.
From box to box to claim.
My choice, my camp, my guy, my champ
To rule us in our name.
No party, group, affiliation.
No plank or platform in the Nation.
Ever made me change my situation.
Or made much sense to me.
The college electoral is really amoral.
Created to care for the commoners, see?
The landed and wealthy
Created it stealthy.
To ensure that their choice would, ours too, be.
So enjoy the festivities,
Caucus proclivities,
Wrangling and dangling a carrot for thee.
Its all so much noise,
And all Good Ol Boys,
Its theater, no more, I can guarantee.
What the country is needing,
And no one is heeding,
Is substance rather than form.
There are no real leaders.
Just loud mouths and chest beaters,
Who, sadly, are really the norm.
So where are the heroes?
Not wimps, sissies, and zeroes.
To make a real difference today.
Theyre wearing pink shirts,
And form-fitting skirts.
The vanguard to come lead the way.
They know who they are and are willing.
To hear us, and heal us,
Lift us, and steel us,
Stop mankind from their killing
God knows thatd really be thrilling!
So ladies of any persuasion.
Come stand up, and be counted.
Your campaigns be mounted.
Your differences flouted.
To end the male domination.
The voters arouse and excite,
By showing the Wrong vs Right.
That thinking and feeling are Might.
Which we long for, then sink to a fight.
Please dont wait, begin it tonight.
The world is awaiting.
And anticipating,
Your entry to body political.
We know you can do it.
Please dont leave us to it.
Or else well continue as Critical.
If you run I will follow.
Thats a promise, not hollow.
Status quo I cant swallow.
So lets See Jane Run, today not tomorrow!