FABLE Poem: The Politics of Pinocchio, by Diane Helentjaris

What Gepetto or Gepetta
carved our current crop of candidates?
Their wooden limbs flail about and clatter
as their noses elongate
and their lies linger.

They refuse to help Gepetto
or anyone but themselves,
incapable of becoming kind or good.

These modern Pinocchios believe
they are already real boys.

But are they?

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