Stand Aside

As of this week, I’m registered to vote
In sixteen counties, at least seven states,
And one domain. My self-regard inflates
Sufficiently to lie across the moat
(A little like Sir Walter Raleigh’s coat)
And see me safely to the castle gates.
Democracy, like water, undulates
As I declare that I won’t need a boat.

This stagnant ring of water, this foul pool
Of ignorance, this raw, unholy mass
Of voting dupes, each one of them an ass,
A joke, an easy, brain-diminished fool
Who learned only to bark and bray at school,
Will stand aside now. I have laws to pass.