The Phallic Symbolism of the lights atop the Empire State building on election night.

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We saw them rise,

Side by side,

First red was winning,

Then blue got competing,

Few in the reds,

Had any faith in the blues,

But faith had nothing to do with it,

Only how high you

could

could

could put it,

When finally CNN could call it,

When Ohio finally blued on it,

Where but Ohio,

Who but Obama,

What but blue,

Won that phallic race,

And decided whom would Rule!

So now you know,

That it isn’t the black that’s long,

Nor the white that’s strong,

But a coalition of blight,

Wielding might,

That makes that blue anaconda dong!

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Night Crawlers

ImageI’m speechless in my dream,

I’m stiff in my sleep,

Strong fear caresses my skin,

While giant legs rasp it still,

A number of bugs that I didn’t kill,

Stomp all over my limbs,

I lay motionless and frightened,

And never considered them spineless,

As they raided and stalked

and spread their germy likeness,

O night will you never cease,

That I may rise and be released,

From my mobile scurrying jailers,

And relent this insufferable fright,

For tonight,

I just might,

Delight,

In a sweet respite,

From this grubby shite!