Open Poetry #34 |
Pollsters and Broadcasters |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
As the lights dim Wondering in the dark What might have been And questions all too stark Paint plastered, racks your face Echo’s façade As you ride the rail To portray your nicer side Plastique hair Combed over teeth Planted for the cameras And newspapers beneath In the evening bin With the morning sun A vote not collected, missed or begun On a politician’s gums But the editions have just passed And the pollsters On whatever Blow you one last kiss To the never, never To darken their polls Never again Unless the news wants it, again and again And they illuminate as a drunk Leaning on a teapot For support Until the next stewpot Who’ll pay their wages And get the meaning Of your phone number To confirm they had some feeling |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
yes, yes, yes, definately know what you mean, and oft times wondered why we just don't turn off the telly when we don't like something? Not to long ago, someone told me, that the stations know when you turn to another channel? Another extremely well done poem by you sir...thank you for writing and caring as you do...your voice is a vision |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Great writing Dave. Eric |
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