Vote for
Pedro
I start to
think
that the
tee-shirt was right.
I bite in
the sense that I pursue
someone
else’s notion.
I party
naked and vote
for Pedro.
Maybe what
this election needs
is a
little guy,
a
matter-of-fact libertine whose escapades
tap into
the repressed desires
of the
electorate.
Another
bellybutton has its say.
I make
America great
by having
a cow again.
A million
Elvis fans
at a
million steakhouses
could be
wrong
when they
only bring the children
back this
lousy souvenir,
this lousy
afterthought.
Glen Armstrong
Glen
Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst
and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits a
poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has three recent chapbooks: Set List (Bitchin
Kitsch,) In Stone and The Most Awkward Silence of All (both Cruel Garters
Press.) His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit and Cream City
Review.
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