As Polls Go

As polls go to continue playing,
The game of politics.
Gathering the interest,
Of those selected and picked.
And not random at all.
From 'suitable' demographics.
Surrounded by fences in gated communities.
Done to represent,
The opinions of American citizens?
Well...
As polls like these continued to be played.
In the minds of the people...
Who are deceived this way.
A being selected and picked,
From surveys declared to represent...
All of America's citizens.
Is no different,
Than a green animated talking frog.
Professing everlasting love,
To a pearl wearing...
Pretentious blond haired pig.
Oozing false appearances.
With wishes she hopes,
From a conservative charading point of view.
Will leave enough funding to construct,
A stronger lily pad they both can share.
And...
Just maybe another for inviting guests.
If Miss Piggy wishes to be a mother,
To Kermit's baby frogs.
Or...
Whatever they may become called.
Since all of this nonsense is fictioned.
You know that, right?

'Fictioned?
What do you mean, fictioned?
When did that happen and for what reason?'

To delude them or not.
Those believing themselves,
Entitled to view life as they please...
With a doing to fiction reality?
Who...
Is left anywhere these days,
With energy and common sense...
Enough to defend and protect,
Truth and its reality...
From being tarred and feathered?
In a cartoonist acceptance displayed on TV.?

'You are carrying this perception,
To assess what is going on these days...
Too far!'

Too far?
Too far from what?

'What we all are here living to know,
Is a quality of life not perfect.
But...
Everyday,
Efforts are made by many to improve.'

LOL...

'Why are you laughing?'

It's amazing,
How serious the B.S. of it all...
Has been quick to dismiss!
As if,
The permitted seriousness does not exist.

'And this you find funny!?'

Funny?
It's beyond that.
This is some hysterical stuff.