Mr. Popularity (A Poem)
I'm trying to read an Agatha Christie mystery
When my phone rings.
It's pre-recorded message from a candidate
Telling me what a vote for them will bring.
It's only a matter of time before my mailbox
Is filled with enough flyers to kill a forest full of trees.
I guess it's getting to be that time again,
The time when I become Mr. Popularity.
I'm not the kind of guy who keeps his mouth shut.
If I see something I don't like, I am quick to be argumentative.
To date, I've written plenty but never received a reply.
I guess I'm just not important enough to hear back from my representative.
Things have changed though.
I now hear from them with regularity.
They care about me, at least for now, because they need my vote.
Making me Mr. Popularity.
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Here are some of my other poems:
The Night the Wisconsin Badger Tapped Out (A Poem)
Where the F*ck is My Phone? (A Poem)
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