election day

the politicians
are waving.
it's election
day. and they stand
out in the cold
in the median
with their
hair cuts
and coats, waving.
waving.
the women with
big hair,
smiling at
each car. you don't
necessarily hate
them, but you'd
wish they'd
go away and take
their signs,
their platitudes
and ambitions.
you wish
there was something
they could
really do
to help your life.
like widen the roads,
give everyone
a cookie, a glass
of milk and a check
for ten thousand
dollars.