Democratic Process

October 6, 2015

The night was getting old
The bar door pulled open
Weighing less than expected
Almost creating a welcoming environment
As I stumbled into the dank dark bowels
Of yet another complete dive
Pulled up on a stool that was older than I
Sat the bar stool prophet in all his greyed glory
Stale beer and stale breath accompanied his tired smile
Tonight as I grabbed the empty stool next to him
He turned and stated
“These elections are all the same
From Afghanistan to America, from Zimbabwe to Zaire
It’s all just money in and wasted breath out
When are people going to realise
Democracy is like the everyone’s a winner model
Only instead of winning, you get to give your opinion
On whose bad policy should screw you
And which problem you want for the country next”

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