Wistful

I've been wistful over the loss of the burlap twins.
Those harbinger drifters from the carnival fringe
Who's words came out slowly to darken this town
The Mayor, the Gardener, the Governor and the Clown
Didn't quite hear what voters had meant
When they went out to vote and got rain on their tent
To deliver on skids the Nation's frustration.
A stark Episcopalian escalation
Right at the steps of the doors to the yard
This pile of shit was our business card
Their jockstrap knee jerk earmarks success and
Testicular ruminations couldn't bore me less
overruled pathetic devotion to a depleted joke
We got a new coal plant, the other one broke
You can't sit and tell me the system ain't broke
Sorry twins