Sixty-Second Entry

I just saw a person get hit by a car.

Here's my poem:

WHEREWOLF

I abided this wooden country long enough,
threw my hat in the muck,
ran for office. Now I am clothed happily
in my defeat. People back home don't know
I've changed, and recently while shaving
I found a whole nother person in there,
but don't tell him that.