My Cardboard Balcony

Disappointment by Belinda Roddie it's when you realize the men in suits and ties are willing to choke themselves on knots instead of undo the straps caught around the constituents' wrists.

There was whiskey distilled from the brains of the politicians, so that if an idea sucked away at the membrane long enough, it would become drunk and belch out fermented excuses for rebellion, calling it the "people's choice," when dozens of wads of Benjamin Franklin's face proved otherwise when distributed to those with large enough suitcases. Journalists claimed that both sides were guilty, but this was not a game of fairness. It was a game that involved cheating, and one side was more adept at that than the other.