Shattered Electorate

Form's formula functions;
it's a math team.

Interdictions determine faces and fates.

Aphorisms look in the mirror
and turn pink with resentment.

I swear and then I look at what I write 
and I do not feel justified.

That's the notion we spilled:
-two cups of tea
-a coffee carafe, glass only
-a dog's earwigs
-wishes for extra milliseconds
-articles of faith-wine

I'm a barrel, brewed by coopers 
under ancient conditions
and passively voted 
into an office I do not deserve.