Death of Democracy

All were sat around the table

eyes filled with mistrust

with lust

with a desire to own

more than was just.

Ashtrays overflow

smell of stale cigars

rich cognac spilled

cheap perfume

found on whores.

Each had four darts

each map

four quadrants

each man a turn.

Throw the dart

find the quadrant you land in

and begin to negotiate.

Unbeknownst to the outside world

alive and teeming with people

four men plot the demise

of democracy

and

plan for the rise

of oligarchy.

 

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