Prompt: create a title by filling in the blank – [blank] … of the … [blank] then write a poem for it.
Day of the Already Dead (lament)
Elections come and go
Any progress very slow
You could vote for Joe Blow
And changes still not show
Politicians spread their word
Only particulars are heard
Actual intentions often blurred
Usual protestations stirred
Voting is your right, your choice
It’s the only way to voice
Your own thoughts with poise
Ignoring all the lie filled noise.