life in tents

train wreck coming
all aboard is status quo
hidden people between slats
with no where to go
once boards are consumed
engine chugging on
combustible air emitted
as our voters within us
are handed another favor
when there is no push
to combat another shove
the song ends suddenly
with uneven notes
pray we get it together
a long cold winter unleashes fury
and i cry while maintaining
as cassandra on a pedestal
no ear for the support
a mechanical walk through life.

(c) 2008 lemme howdt