The candidates little trucks are
rigged with canopies and loud speakers
with flashing neon Korean slogans.
Cramped under truck canopies
go-go girls in skimpy uniforms
dance in unison
to strident election jingles.
As late night shoppers swarm at
busy intersections waiting for
the pedestrians’ buzzers,
these jangling singing dancing trucks
hurtle along under brilliant street lights.
They careen uphill and down
through residential streets
past apartment blocks,
blasting forth their cartoon rhymes
that deafen late night neighbourhoods.
These local politics commercials
pound out ears
with their metallic uproar
concussing our brains.
How will the voters
disentangle the raucous strands
from the city air
to choose their candidates ?
I am tired of the politics.
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It does get crazy !
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So am I! Take care, Jacqueline!
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What I like about your poetry is that is always vivid and beckoning! I find myself immersed in your words! Good work every time!
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Thank you !
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I love it when your poems give a window into other paces around the world.
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Thank you !
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My brain is so tired of politics…the poem says it so well.
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Very good poem for the times we’re in.
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