Waiting ...

 With apologies to Rupert Holmes and anyone who wants words to rhyme!

I was tired of my President
We'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording
Of a favorite song
So while he was out there canvassing
I read the paper in bed
And in the political columns
There was this article  I read

"If you like independent thinking
And not getting told what to do

If you're not into high taxes

(on the masses to protect the few)

If you have half a brain
If you like making your own decisions

And consider reality as a guide

Then you have to get out of bed

And vote on Tuesday

Unless you can accept …”

So I wrote to the paper
And this is what I said

"Yes I like choices

And not being told what to do

As if I stepped out of a novel set in 1902!

I want a healthy planet (no fracking for me and you)

And health care for all

(yes even the poor have rights to),

Yes I’m into Social Security and Medicare to

And some safety nets for the disadvantaged

And children to.”

So I wait with high hopes

And a sense of dread that instead

I might get –

The demise of Social Security, Medicare

Buried in a coffin marked “Private”,

An uncaring President who wants

Millionaires paying less

And to remove hard won gains

For the less fortunate –

At least if that happens in 4 years

I’ll have the chance to vote

Once again.