-end it now and everything’s alright-

my dear

perpetually brick-

headed republican

bloviators,

perpetually lost in the fog

democratic commentators and

perpetually inept

political pollsters;

gather, have lunch,

digest in your own

stale company,

sleep together

in separate beds in

separate states on

separate planets;

synchronize 

the sound machines to

power-on mode,

kick out the jams

and groove to some smooth

Michel Petrucciani licks.