2024 Election

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Trump's winged Tesla is drawing near...Someone should start serving

their time...or the martinis....Halloween's over, giant skeletons disappearing

from the yards, ghosts folded & put away. The witches are still drowning,

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going down like torpedoed ships. The headless trussed turkeys are drawing near,

the wild-eyed shoppers stagger into the deep, unlovely woods...Shaken, or stirred?

Red pill, or blue? Ever taken a pill, not knowing what it's for?

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Let's not talk about politics ever again. I'm going to start fresh... I'm going to be a squirrel

among squirrels, hoarding my acorns & old pizza slices, stashing my sutras & moldy feathers...

I'm going to run from predators in a zigzag pattern, to avoid the slings & arrows

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of disinformation. The pumpkin we carved is still rotting on the porch.

My squirrel kin have been at it all week, first the eyes & forehead,

any minute the jagged smile...The weather's turned colder

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than a witch's IUD...A squirrel can smell food after it's buried in the ground

but no one else can...I'm going to just lie here quietly, interred in my sheer evening gown....

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