two puppets blathering

two marionettes

dancing on the screen

with the elite hands

teetering them in

front of us all &

we can’t see the

puppet masters

but we get to hear the

talking heads

blathering

blathering

blathering,

boasting of

supposed differences

than what has come

before, with pockets

full & absent of

personal worry,

with healthcare &

a life of happiness for

their families, with

wealth to pass on,

without the problems

of those they preach to

like priests in front of

the sheep pretending

there is a promised land,

like prostitutes asking

for the wad full of bills

after that first

vital blowjob &

the sheep ba ba ba

cause they want to hear

more &

they will,

because after all,

this is just the first

debate.