Poetry · Writing

mayor of today-

every little sweet picture

every little diction

on trial while promoting

voting for office-

all eyes on me;

figure eight on the side of my brain

reign over my body

and i don’t sell the tickets-

they’ll challenge but i won’t shrivel

the sight of fright won’t make me swivel

and we will

stand up together and give an acceptance speech

to have a say over yourself

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