how dare you vote for him

a handful

of so-called friends,

no longer

call,

or want to be around me

anymore.

i'm being punished.

they don't

like the way i voted.

ten, twenty and forty

years

of friendships

down

the drain,

over the ballot box

selection.

there is no middle ground

with them.

no joy,

no fun, no laughter.

they live

in a state of dark clouds

and pain.

oh well.

their loss, my gain.