New poem: "Post-election Blues"

 Post-election Blues

Man’s proclivity for stupidity never ceases to

to astonish me; why is that? We know what

to do to win the game, but that damn ego/shadow

always gets in the way; why is that? Brown face,

black face, white face, it doesn’t matter to the

human race, ignorance always divides us; why

is that? Canadian/American citizenship, pro-life

or pro-choice, same-sex marriage, in the great

cosmic scheme of things, does it really matter?

And wearing a turban in Quebec could violate

Bill 21, but proud Jagmeet Singh bared his head

to show that he was no different, not to mention the

Machiavellian spawn that covets to be a sovereign

nation within our great nation, holding Democracy

by the throat, and the fear-mongering leprechaun

and her one-trick pony show, followed by “Mad

Max,” who cut off his Conservative nose to spite

his impudent face; so much nonsense in this

federal election that I nearly lost heart. All the

same, I exercised my democratic right  

and hoped for the best.