This is a poem I wrote in 2012, mostly out of a growing cynicism about mainstream politics. However, it appears that this presidential season has proven me to be far more prescient than I intended:
Circus was a festive land, especially at Festival.
Every citizen was proud to be part of the 3Rings.
This day the Tent was snaked with lines to vote,
and he had learned the slogans by heart as a child:
“Your Ring, Your Clown, Your Choice” and
“A Choice Is a Terrible Thing to Waste.”
So he waited his turn to choose between two cards—
Ring 1: Barnum Party Blue, Ring 2: Bailey Party Red.
Either choice he already knew, but dared not utter:
When he chose his card and returned to the elephants,
he remained forever Carny1691 with a shovel because
nothing was ever different behind the paint of a Clown.