By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall (Rated G)
Title from a news item
Perhaps that’s all the fire they’ve got this year
Obediently yapping into the dark
In camouflage knee-pants and plastic shoes
Both sides agreeing only in their hate
If they were to exchange their campaign tees
No one could tell them apart, not even themselves
Demanding that each other be locked up
With locks long since rusted, keys long since lost
Cheap disposable lighters fueled with cheap beer –
Perhaps that’s all the fire they’ve got this year