Politics Get Me Down

Like a laundromat on fire

Our ears are wider apart

Than ever under the dome of heaven,  He said

Same difference I replied


She had a way of turning a phrase

Like screwing a Phillips head screw into a plank of balsa wood.

And his obsequiousness was like a dead vaudeville act.

They were polar opposites back to back ready to draw


At the first light of dawn.

Seconds past.

We ate third helpings

And drank fifths.


But I kept circling back

To the opening analogy,

The initial salvo which was, in fact,

The same difference.


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