are sky rocketing
as everyone prepares
for the big debate.
the margarita blenders
are churning,
getting ready for
the drinking games.
at last we'll hear the candidates
speak
and not hide behind
the noisy
engines and blades of
helicopters.
trucks and planes.
they are sifting through
their thesaurus now,
looking for new words
to string together.
new metaphors
to make a vague point
even vaguer.
they are being schooled
by children half
their age,
the teams using flashcards
to help them
with history and financial
things.
biology and policy when it
comes to
those other countries,
over there, you know, those
other countries.
i can't think of their names.
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