there is no one to vote for.
not one
heart, not one mind,
not one good soul
who fits your idea
of what a candidate
should be.
they're dredging the lake
for more.
lining them up
like prisoners
against the wall.
all smiles, all pinned
and painted
red white and blue,
full of nothing but air.
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