shakes hands with his opponent
but his eyes don’t follow
now they’re off to the umpire’s chair;
he reaches up, shakes hands
as if he’s tipping the doorman,
eyes elsewhere
he may have won the match
but he’s lost my vote.
At least politicians have the nerve
to look you in the eye.
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