To show his foggy visions clearer,
Mitt Romney hogs the rearview mirror
and puts the “my” back in myopia
by looking backwards at utopia.
Perhaps the reverse gear is needed,
but every year that dream’s receded
and as the future nears it worsens
for awfully tense, past perfect persons.
Ed Shacklee is a public defender who represents young people in the District of Columbia. His poems have appeared in The Flea, Light Quarterly, Shot Glass Journal and Tilt-a-Whirl, among other places.
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