even with both hands in sight
a smile upon his face
deftly through orifice of night
invades my pers'nal space
manipulating feelings
'bout the way things
should be done
shifting shape and posturing
so that I'll think
we're one
and why with tentacles so oiled
this fecund form of fishin'?
the answer makes uncanny sense
'cause he's a politician
© 2015 Frederick Andrew ~ All rights reserved
Inspired by Paul Chapman's We Have Learned to Smile.
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