If voting made any difference they wouldn't let us do it - Mark Twain
We're steered there, proud
invoking our voice
(like we get a choice)
constituents cowed
by hoggers of hay
with matching suits
and snotty snoots
that openly prey
on lambs that flock
to polls of straw
the butcher's saw
we meekly stock.
Are You Reading Me?
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