On a distant planet called Thare
In a distant year millions of years from today,
all of the citizens have gathered
around a statue of their fearless leader to vote
for a new one.
As fits tradition, tallest stand in the front
while the shortest stand in back.
Two candidates are on pedestals while the three others sit,
nearly impossible to see. No one knows their
“Let the voting commence!”
Sound erupts as one person shouts over another,
as the candidates scream to be heard.
All reason is gone,
replaced by booing and hissing.
The orator holds up a hand.
The crowd stops.
The candidates fall silent.
Mr. Orator clears his throat. “The people have spoken! The presidency is sold!”
He turns to the man on his right. “Congratulations, Mr. President. Your supporters are the loudest.”