One the eve of hope

I carved a pumpkin
To show support for my candidate.
Though it may seem immature
To introduce politics
Into annual office events,

Isn’t every breath political,
Arguing life over death?

Next week Capmetro will strike
Because they’re not getting their way,
And my way to work
Will be paved with my wife’s worries
That I’ll be hit
If forced to cross the highway.

I tell her that with a name like Braker,
the road I walk is already a highway,
So what’s changed?
We can only hope the long-term
Future plans of the next round of officials
Fix this commuting problem,
That they have learned
Highways kill communities.

Isn’t every job political,
Arguing work over pay?

Election day,
Four days early,
And the people
Snake through the stripmalls
With slithering sneers
Of pro prop 2 supporters,
And those who can’t decide
End up the difference.

That’s why I’m political,
Arguing overtime.