The Elector

It is better to hit the last quarter

Less concerned and let

The planes wings sheer

Off in the trees

Says the sportscaster

It is my same people 

Who called the launch

Of the moon mission

He continues

Who worked humbly the single

Dock marinas of our

Countrys lakes-

Skinny jittery legs

Blue eyes

I tap the middle thirds

With my toe in

The second half

And cluck between 

Calls partitas

Silently, mouth closed

Do not stick and dwell

In the games first play

We burn and struggle 

And suffer for new downs

The corn rises in the field

The rockets lift

Slowly to heaven

These images are 

My types currency

To be spent when

We win back the Earth