Election Coverage

From the small, barely audible speakers
Of a distant laptop computer, I
Hear a muffled sound, so I move closer
To it, listening—no real reason why.
Two people speak in repugnant voices,
In ugly language. They're commandeering
Me, telling me about all these choices—
And I can't believe these things I'm hearing.
They each dispute the other's thoughts, and they
Disagree for the sake of their egos.
They get louder with each word that they say,
But what are they saying? Who the hell knows?
It's just blaring noise filling the free air.
You yell. My ears hurt, but I doubt you'd care.

poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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