it's a mess. these democratic debates.
the candidates. bickering.
having a food fight for all the world
to see.
yelling and screaming at one another,
making wild
accusations.
pointing fingers, disagreeing
just to disagree.
it reminds me of dinner at my house,
when I was
ten or eleven
with my six brothers and sisters.
flinging mash potatoes
at one another with a spoon.
shooting baby peas
out of a straw,
diving
in for the last pork
chop, wrestling on the floor
for it
as the dogs barked
around us.
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