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Listen to the chumps,
listen to the rubes,
screaming that democracy
is going down the tubes

But every wise guy knows
when the fix is in
To put all their money down
on the one who has no chance to win

It's the art of the con,
art of the con
Guess your vote didn't matter much,
now did it son

It's the art of the con,
art of the con
Getting out the vote don't matter much,
canvassing woman

Seems like all the talking heads
got it wrong from day one
Not just another election cycle
with politricks being done

How does a populist person,
who doesn't win the popular vote,
win the presidential election?
It's the electoral college, you dolt!

It's an old arcane system,
set up way back when
by rich landowners putting
their thumbs on the scale back then

They couldn't let the peasants dictate
all of those really important policies
Just counter balance the popular vote,
always keep an ace up your sleeve

It's the art of the con,
art of the con
Guess your vote didn't matter much,
now did it son

It's the art of the con,
art of the con
Getting out the vote don't matter much,
canvassing woman

When the man of the people
doesn't win the popular vote,
it's good to have a sure backup plan

Don't you get it by now people,
or are you still missing the boat
Power was never placed in your hand

It's the art of the con,
the art of the con
Where less popular is more, 
and vote shortfall comes up tall

It's the art of the con,
the art of the con
Guess it really wasn't rigged after all


This poem was originally posted on 11-16-16
— Romantic Warrior

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