VBM in the Magic Kingdom
I enter a Disney set with fairy tale castles dotting the
lakeside.
Are there lost princesses hidden within the pastel walls?
Or rare Democrats seeking sanctuary?
Time will tell as I set out on my expedition.
Fully armed with clipboard, VBM forms, and black pens,
I knock boldly on the sturdy castle doors.
Twice, the Lady of the castle, faithful canine companion in
tow,
Responds to my entreaties and pledges to vote by mail.
Surreal evening journey reflects surreal story of the contest
To be crowned Leader of the Free World.
Jousting is fierce and without time-honored rules of decorum.
Chivalry is dead.
Marching through the kingdom and surrounding fiefdoms,
I focus on the task at hand, keeping at bay thoughts of
cataclysm.
I block out the 24/7 cacophony of pundits and partisans,
Foretelling a future based on an unimaginable present.
I am a mere vassal, boots on the ground.
I leave strategy to the wise ensconced at campaign
headquarters.
I desperately hope they will come up with a winning plan.
For tonight, I will knock on doors in the Magic Kingdom.
