time again, the season
of promises.
the suits are pressed and clean.
the shoes
polished,
the dresses new.
the hair done.
the dentist has done
his work.
the skeletons
are in the closet.
they're lining up to tell
us how
they're going to
fix everything.
making vows of lower
taxes,
better schools,
no crime,
no war, just prosperity
and peace.
a chicken in every
pot.
it's almost showtime.
again.
don't wake me, i'll be
asleep.
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