are sleepy,
they're out of steam.
their voices
croaked with
unintelligible chants
and screams.
it's cold,
it's snowing.
they can hardly
stand up
in the wind,
as they wave their canes.
they pass around a bottle
of Ensure
to stick it out, while
their wigs
and toupees
slide off their heads
like fried eggs
in a pan.
God help us,
these are our leaders, our
elected
congressmen and women,
thankfully,
most are of a dying
woke breed.
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