POLITICALLY INCORRECT

 

Ballot paper rustles

A silent dawn approaches

Dew in the morning quickly dissipates

And the eve of morning slowly anticipates

Clouds of oblivion roll in the morning sky

And eavesdroppers smile at their whims

The town criers reminds all kith and kin

The sweet victory of the win hangs in the air

 

Ballot paper rustles

The sun whistles away

The clock strikes twelve

Cock and bull must now meet

The feet of misery dance on the expectant soil

A wind of change now finally blows

Hoes and picks will soon scratch anew

New brooms that will sweep clean

 

Ballot paper rustles

Hungry children now cry foul

Hope laden masses shine in queues

Carrot chewing sex starved women

Nose-led broke bespectacled back ridden men

Tarot read victories have been implied

Bookish theories are now discussed

Horse carriaged to points of nowhere

 

Ballot paper stares restless

The underprivileged are grilled in the sun’s hotness

Their X marking the spot of crudeness

The fountain of youth now begins to evaporate

A heavy blow to the lucks of opponents

The mallet visioned stooge wishes on his luck

A lame duck surrendering his usurped power

And the gavel now shouts and shrieks

 

Hook and crook prevails

Hammer and nail falls

Between ill nooks and clever hoodwinks

The coffin has now been thoroughly glued

And the loser now pines and prunes

His flowers are his alone to ruin

The gold wish he does not deserve has been served

 

Ballot paper now unfolds

Myriads of hands stand and applaud

The dish of cold broth is now unearthed

Sour grapes and wine maladies spring forth

And the diadem etches into the loser’s brain

His writing on the wall stares in utter penance

The winners’ parade now begins in earnest

The hat of fools will not be worn by him