Guano and Gold Plated Brooch

 Reflection on the Presidential Elections of 2016

 It’s all about opinion in our age
 Sometimes it’s strange, sometimes it’s sad or funny
 We’re being “grilled” until the state of rage
 In quiz, at vote or poll by wiz’ or dummy.

 You Pepsi drinker, or you favor Coke?
 You pay with plastic, or you carry Franklins?
 How ‘bout your pants, where has it zipper lock?
 And most of all, where stand your TV rankings?

 So here it comes, in one of better countries
 Where life is easy, smooth, without reproach
 All folks were asked to choose between Gold Plated Brooch
 And…. Hmmm.. Guano. Thing that you won’t find in pantries

 And who, and who’s hallucinating brain
 Came up with options, who could even think it?!
 To give a choice between an old and broken trinket?
 And fertilizer? Really? What a pain!

 And products wrapped in gold, and lights of soffits
 Projected on the giant silver screen
 Lo and Behold. Our Golden Calves! Our Prophets!
 Our Hope!! Our Future!!! One you’ve never seen!!!!!


 This flood of lies, like hit to Solar Plexus
 All swallowing the slops they’re being fed
 And no one sees the truth about selectees
 One – piece of shit, another – tinted led.

 "Look at the Brooch" - they yell to screaming public -
 "She’s been to many places, many chests
 She’ll represent Our Country, Our Republic
 And excellent results in our tests. And no arrests!!!"

 "Our product is intrinsically organic"
 Will scream the others -"And be not afraid
 Oh yes, sometimes it may be cause of little panic
 Its temper – unpredictable, volcanic
 BUT!
 You know it from your birthday to your grave"

 It is with you in joy and in the battle
 In danger, when you’re winning or you’re hit
 It is inside of you, You’re practically “IT”

And vehemently people voted  - “Shit”




Victor Urusov
 November 9, 2016