B is for Electoral Ink

Electoral ink,

In your eye.
Bloodshot promises you disguise.
Hide you truth behind the shades.
Hear that sound?
It’s the lie brigade.
Burn your ballot.
On a pyre.
Henceforth speak of your desire.
Wipe your hands from all this ink.
Wipe your mind, no more to think.
Of bloodshot promises.
In the eye.
The sum total of all our lies.

Tracy j Hutchings
© July 26th, 2010

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