Compromise
When I read the red and blue
response to others’ plans,
I have to wonder what the hell
leached bile into their glands.
I can surmise what most will do
I have watched them all four years.
And, I tell you here and now
as voter I’m near tears.
I’m tired of hearing perverse lies
that make both parties suspect.
For whom I vote must compromise
till soupcon less than
perfect.
Like Diogenes, I still search.
for more poetry by James E. Cox.
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