Comes and Goes
And so it comes to town, in a circus flourish,
Up and down Main Street, making a bodacious solemn ruckus,
With its brass band, its dressed-to-the-nines four-leggers,
Its clad-in-satin daredevils, acrobats, and clowns,
Its patriotic panoply of shovel-ready cleaning crews,
Resident spinmeisters, tarot-card-/tea-leaf-reading policy wonks,
Veterinarians/lobbyists, eagle-eyed highwire legal advisers.
And so it goes, in the space of its allotted term or two,
With all its spectacular, stupendous acts of derring-do
Packed back into its suitcases, crates, cages, tractor-trailers,
All its campaign promises to present the greatest show on earth
Stealing out of town, under cover of midnight fog and stench
Lifting off the fetid river, the landfill, the three rings,
Where hopes and dreams give way to reality's daily defecations.
01/20/10
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