“Crossed Fingers” by Gary Rushworth

CROSSED FINGERS

Gary Rushworth

“Elections coming,” the charlatans cry, “I’m your man!”

Fingers crossed behind their backs. “Believe in Me!” they say, “Let me in. You’ll see.”

“I have more experience,” says she. “No! Time for change,” another knows. “Wrong! I’m the people’s choice! That’s me!”

Each to the other, on attack. A dream, a scheme; a knife to throw at someone’s back.

The time is nigh. There’s no slack. Gung Ho! Don’t Know? No Clue! Can’t trust a finger crossed in back.