When the sated go to vote

The neighbourhood gymnasium
still smells of rancid sneakers,
of teenage sweat and coaches yelling.

Brown, navy blue and beige
Italian prêt-à-porter
and hand-made suits
prevail today. No red –
good Lord, don’t tempt the devil!

They wait in queue, politely,
while the Mayor-cum-MP
flutters around, greets friends,
shakes hands, talks of the weather.

The younger couples babble
and show off well-groomed kids
who run around in frilly blouses,
pleated skirts and sailor shirts
like glossy Laura-Ashley-ads.

Mostly, though, it's old and ageing money;
ladies in their cream-white pearls
that gleam on wrinkled throats,
their husbands’ Hugo Boss-rimmed goggles
sparkling as brightly as their flawless smiles –
the local dentists all drive Porsches.

Their choice is narrowed down
from ten to one, the undisputed candidate,
whose self-awareness holds up heads
for fear of revolution floats
like a dazed ghost in smelly rags
that stumbles through the Ritz.

Some flip through online guides
on state-of-the-art smartphones,
considering a villa in Sankt Moritz,
in Luxemburg or on a Channel Island,
figuring out how to claim
a Green Card for the state of Delaware.

Others keep faith in their ability
to know someone who knows someone
who might become Someone,
in case things turn out bad.

And each time the assessor says
the ritual “A voté!”, they fold their hands
and pray that nothing ever changes.

Interesting picture you've painted here, Dieter. I was particularly struck by the idea of the smell of coaches yelling - doubtless they have bad breath :) I don't thing you need the second of in the first verse. Apart from this I'm just curious as to why you have eschewed full stops.

I think S5 is my favourite, particularly the crack about smiles and dentists :D

I do have some suggestions for this stanza though which might even out its rythm.

"Mostly, though, it's old and ageing money;
ladies in their cream-white pearls
that gleam on wrinkled throats,
their husbands’ Hugo Boss-rimmed goggles
sparkling as brightly as their flawless smiles –
the local dentists all drive Porsches"

but it is only a suggestion.

The sense of S6 is confused a bit and could be rationalised like this:

"Their choice is narrowed down
from ten to one, the undisputed candidate,
whose self-awareness holds up heads,
for fear of revolution floats
like a dazed ghost in smelly rags
stumbling through the Ritz"

Always enjoy your take on things - long may you continue to share them.

Live and be well - H

Nice little satiric portrait. You should see what it's like over here on Election Day. Let me put it this way, if you ever want to be alone, go to a Polling Place. (But-- unfortunately, more and more, you might have to show I.D.)

My only criticism about this fine piece of light verse is the inconsistency of puncutation and capitalization. Choose one or the other -- no punctuation marks and all lower-case, OR punctuation where it's called for and capital letters either to begin each new line or (as in contemporary style) at the beginning of each new sentence.

what i got out of this is rich people who are voting in someone who has the power to keep them at their level of wealth; or they fear he won't, so they must have a backup plan. i enjoyed the children playing, repeating the energy of the scent from the beginning.

Apart from "Sankt Moritz" I was dazzled by this profusion of name-brands, and the over-all picture is brilliant!

Thank you all for your comments. I did take up your suggestions, Hawk, because the lines really flow with more ease and casualty. And of course, Auntie and Hawk, you're right: it's not that I'm inconsistent but that I'm a real mess because of too much (tedious) work. Tell you what? I simply FORGOT the full stops! But now I put them nicely back in.
You know, Auntie, I just accompanied my boyfriend; of course, as an Austrian, I have no right to vote. They have installed that brand-new electronic voting system, which made people queue up for 1 1/2 hour where previously, they did their thingie in 10 minutes. So I had plenty of time to watch my neighbours (by the strangest of chances, I've landed in one of the poshest suburbs of Paris, don't ask me why nor how). And it was worth the wait, as the poem (I hope) clearly shows! I just love to observe people!
Btw, Prince, Sankt Moritz IS one of the possible spellings (for me as a native German speaker, the only acceptable one), together with Saint Moritz, Saint Maurice (ugh) or San Maurizio (if I remember correctly).

Wish you all a fabulous weekend (I cannot wait for it to start!!!)

I really like the almost Dickensian satirical aspect in this. It reminds me of the parts in The Pickwick Papers that dealt with the coming election. There's an understated grotesqueness here that's very affective. I think the problem is that you have too many stanzas that are saying the same thing, and it's structured a bit awkwardly. EG, the opening stanza seems a bit disconnected from the others. I understand that it there to establish the setting, but I think when the majority of the other stanzas are describing the people there and it becomes more about social satire the gymnasium location seems inconsequential in retrospect. I think, perhaps, it's in what's being described: I like "rancid" because it has the connotation of something dead and rotting, which fits in well with the satire of the "ageing money" of the community, but the idea of teenage sweat and coaches yelling doesn't seem to tie in with the rest.

I actually feel as if S3 would make a better opening, then followed by S2 and S1 just eliminated or rewritten. I think S6 is the strongest as it feels like a genuine climax to the piece with its ending with such a strong simile:

for fear of revolution floats
like a dazed ghost in smelly rags
that stumbles through the Ritz.

is just great because of how it manages to weave together the ideas of death, life, revolution, stasis, high society and low society all together at once. The ghost is in "smelly rags," which brings one back to the gym (a plus), but is suggestive of the lower classes, which is something that could be seen as pathetic, but is made more fearful with the image of the ghost in the Ritz. Although, I'm not sure if "floats" and "stumbles" are the best verbs possible here; I think you could do better. How about making the ghost more active, less aimless, so it may seem like even a bigger threat to the status quo?

To me, S7 and S8 seem like a needless repetition of S2-5, and I don't think they add anything to the meaning or atmosphere. I would suggest eliminating one or both of them and putting them before S6, as I feel that S6 really needs to the be thing thing that the poem is leading up to, with S9 being the closing, because the prayer that nothing ever changes has more impact when juxtaposed against the image of the ghost of potential revolution.