Over and Over, Each in a Different Place

Every three years we take a year off
To decide, if you will, a grand run off
of two men who stand face to face
Each without his plan
or eyes to see future time and space
Saying the same things over and over
Each in a different place

An entire year we waste on this superfluous race
12 checks for the rent, nothing gets done, but the money gets spent
The people watch the circus and even play along
between bits of idle chatter
We cast our votes as if we matter
But so it is as we see, the last laugh always goes to the hatter

I don't mean to forget about the years between
Nothing really gets done then either, it seems
But the people really lose it every three
Like they're stuck in a fantasy, a dream
A sequence of flashes that make a perfect scene

A campaign of misdirection
Err. I mean an historical election...
built with a message ever repetitious
driven by a greed surreptitious
A process downright vicious
Yet on it goes
with another spending record shattered
By the end
Your ears and eyes shredded and tattered
A message embedded and a brain splattered

The months pass and the bullshit piles on
But that might be the point all along
Dontchya know? It's what they use on the Lawn.
Call it recycling because the money's gone.

Speaking as one, appearing as two
Each asshole on that stage is looking out boy, just for you
And in another 300 days you'll get to choose
Just not until you've heard the same thing 300 times from the evening news

I know it's trite, but we see
Another bicker, another fight
Everyone's wrong, everyone's right
Flip floppin' like the days turn to night
And can I add, if I might, I see irony in the labels left and right
Each side towin' the line "It's a battle between the darkness and the light."
 
Hear the truth crunch and grind
Facts twisted and maligned
Lines signed and dispensed
Nothing but nonsense
"You'll starve!" One says
"No, they'll go hungry!" replies the other
It's like watching an only child fight his brother
And the whole thing happens while people actually suffer

Yet every three years we take a year off
To decide, if you will, a grand run off
of two men who stand face to face
Each without his plan
or eyes to see future time and space
Saying the same things over and over
Each in a different place