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NO CONFIDENCE

I swear I met him.

A tall man, with a white wig

He had an overbite;

His stance erect.


The curtain hit his back.

His booted feet shuffled.

I heard him mumble,

Then turn and exit.


I asked him for the form.

He looked down at me,

And shook his head,

His hand outstretched.


I said: "this won't work, sir.

There are no marks here,

No decisions indicated,

Want to try again?"


"No, that's my vote," he said

No vote. . . there's no one

Who understands it anymore

What we wrote back then."


"There's no more perfect union,

no more domestic tranquility.

I can't pick from whom is offered

No way to know their soul."


You should have a

No Confidence machine here

To send a message to them.

Tell them George said so."


He turned his weathered shoulders

Toward the door and looked around;

His brow furrowed, his head low,

And touched the flag as he left.



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