"Election Year: Porn Stars in Sheep’s Clothing"
by Jake High
Tonight I am all lust; we are a force of will
And share a lascivious grin,
So let me see what you’ve got, baby,
And don’t tell me your name–it doesn’t matter,
You’re just like the rest,
All plastic assets and fantasy alive,
But you and I know that you are mine,
The one I want to lead me to the Promised Land,
So Democrat, be aggressive for me,
Republican, be coy and tease,
Tell me all of the things I know aren’t true
And I’ll play along for a Tuesday-night climax,
God! The shouts, the cries, the pounding, pounding
Rhetoric, so genuine–You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?
And because you are suit-and-tie, not schoolgirl or cheerleader
You are righteous and noble, but we know you are sluttish and willing,
It’s the knowledge, isn’t it? You’re being watched, drooled over,
And you love it! You crave my desirous glare,
My approval of your gyrations and contrived urgings
Is what keeps you from admitting the truth,
But I know your secrets, darling,
You can come down from the silver screen
And stop your phallus-worship,
You know… “Is this thing on?”