The Candidates

They stand as martyrs
baying and saying
"vote for me, I care about you all"
"no, not him, he only cares about them"
"but what about me? I'm a woman, don't you see?"
"you've had them all, only we can be fresh… and trusted"

Yet there are no answers, no plans,
no chance of real change.

So how can we choose?

Throw a dice?
Toss a coin?
Eeny meeny miny prat,
laugh at him and him and her.

None of them … are it.