Fir enough

They never cared about me
there were no politicians atop
my Christmas tree
because I couldn’t afford one,
score one for them, but then again
I never cared either.

Now they want to hold my hand and
take me down to vote,
they can kiss my,
but an oath gets stuck in my throat
and someone gives me the Heimlich
and I spit.


© 2019, John Smallshaw.