two puppets blathering

two marionettes
dancing on the screen
with the elite hands
teetering them in
front of us all &
we can’t see the
puppet masters
but we get to hear the
talking heads
blathering
blathering
blathering,
boasting of
supposed differences
than what has come
before, with pockets
full & absent of
personal worry,
with healthcare &
a life of happiness for
their families, with
wealth to pass on,
without the problems
of those they preach to
like priests in front of
the sheep pretending
there is a promised land,
like prostitutes asking
for the wad full of bills
after that first
vital blowjob &
the sheep ba ba ba
cause they want to hear
more &
they will,
because after all,
this is just the first
debate.