Stuff My Ballot Box

Guess what?! Grist Magazine liked my haiku! They had a contest & I'm a finalist (maybe five years in advertising weren't ALL for naught). I don't get anything for it, other than the joy of having my anonymous words plastered all over a tshirt, but that's good enough for me. So I'm doing what any lowlife subject to a vote count does, I'm trying to
load the ballot box. If you care about me at all, go here:

http://www.gristmagazine.com/about/haiku_vote.asp

Mine is (don't bother reading the others, just pick mine):

One periled planet.
Seven and a half Gristers.
Pollutocrats, run.

Though I have to admit, the frog one is better...

Because someone will invariably ask "what is a pollutocrat?" I will quickly explain: Grist did a contest about a year ago in which readers were to coin a term for policiticians/businessmen/etc whose priorities favor money over environmental concerns. 'Pollutocrat' was the winner. I used it in my haiku because I thought it would further my cause. I am nothing if not manipulative.

Ahh, democracy at work...