quit whining

i'd rather have a knitting needle
stuck in my
eye than have
to talk politics again,
I tell
my friend, who is forcing
me to rescind our
friendship.
we need to march, he says,
slamming his fist against that table.
we need to
make signs and shout
our displeasure.
we need to get out in
the streets with torches
and storm the castle, his wife says.
we can't stand for this anymore.
it isn't fair that our side lost.
but they were free
elections
I say quietly. this is what
the people want. how about we
quit being a baby and stop
the madness.
make the best of it.
go to work. live a good life.
be a better person and
quit whining.