Vote

We’ve learned to be afraid to close our eyes- over time.
taking on the idea that it would leave us open to attack.

its hard when there is a wall between your body and space,

and I remember a time when I’d close,
in order to count,
to reach a number,
that when attained would symbolize
it being time to go find you

but growing up opened my eyes
and closed them to what I didn’t wanna see, hear, feel

CNN told me what
I needed to know, and I was
afraid to close them again

when I was a kid, MTV
and ESPN started
I didn’t concern myself with them
I didn’t care

I didnt know.

wierd to think 2 of my parents were born after me

There were all these things going on around me
in the steps of life,
I learned math english the abc’s
science and the study of social situations and cultures

I learned of girls and what sex was
then smack-diddly-dab in the middle of the process,
this AIDS thing came out

I was confused to say the least

I learned of bumbling Nixon,
unelected Ford,
and unsung hero/scapegoat Carter,

when I was six
this Village elected
an actor

he was shot
for an actress
and was ok

I learned that Reagan and Bush channeled our money
and guns to a rebel faction in central america,
all behind the tax-payers back
I learned of President Clinton and his mistakes too

I’m pretty sure I know which is worse
but I am confused

why are there different rules for different folks?
it works both ways for some
Why can some deny and save face?
and human lies are still counted one
the political types recieved,
and its true I am confused

and true I am infused
this whole thing has Me running around in circles
and I is trying to discern
what is up or down
did you ever think to notice,
someone is gettin what they want?
I can’t hold on
to all the facts

I can’t release these media tracks
sometimes I try to write
sometimes I try to push,
out these clips inside my head
my write hand off my tush,
upon here is the question
vote for Gore or vote for Bush?

could even vote for Nader
but dont know how I would feel later

I rush to all sides quickly
and try to see them clean
both have certain positives
but I must start within the gleam

then this election starts pulling both ways,
ripping me apart
Both look good, and both are bad, don’t know which way to dart

I sit
and I think of how each man
stands for something much greater than himself
a party, and a way of thought
and the trickle down of his programs are seen by the people who live

what I’m saying here
where I’m going with this,
is that voting here is one quick kiss...
...whose taste lasts 4 years
and that taste can be, bitter tears
or glitter cheers

Which is which?
arent decisions sometimes a bitch?
and answer the question I really want to know...
After we vote, can we go back switch?

they say that repubs are the party of the rich
and that demos are for the poor
but to I, none of this matters
cause I look for some thing more

There's something going on here
afraid to open I's
There something definitely wrong here
with results we'll be surprised.

I am standing in the booth
writing a poem and playing with my tooth
but a fine line, I seek

I close my eyes to go find you
and there is nothing to be found
I look round and round
then quick to the ground
then I look up to see
there’s only one to vote for me,
its We.

and two votes diverged in yellow booth
and I took the one more traveled by...
and lost.

I hope
We
doesn’t have to pay
the cost.



©2000 by Yosh