On the night of the Democratic Primary’s in Connecticut.

here’s the one I’d wanted…. sadly, the Red Sox have won and now my poem lays wasted…


March 2nd 2004

Upon the counting of determinates,
our future still lies in waste,
but wasting in decisions
is now our allied fate.
For now we have allied ourselves
with that thing most rot with fear,
a compromise of our promises,
our friend the wolf, and we’re the deer.
We’ve set in motion nothing new
by declaring the lesser of two evils,
for now we’ve the more simple task
of selecting the lesser of the devils.
We’ve forsaken our conscience once again
to hope for the impossible,
that this lesser of the evils today
will make this mad river cross-able.
For that I say we should be shamed
and not allowed to play
in the games the world endures
where men on men take aim.
In foreign lands around the world,
what greatness can we direct,
when conscience steps to stumble
and the lesser evil we select?
This backward logic for leadership
is undoubtedly a sin,
for if it’s not the Yanks should lose
and my Red Sox finally win.
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