A Plea From a Disgruntled Voter
(Or Please God, Let It Be November 7th)
Dear senators, congressmen
Please hear my plea.
Your phone calls and commercials
Mean nothing to me.
Your muck-raking and mud-slinging
Go from night until noon.
This election could never
Be over too soon
Please understand, I've made my decision.
I don't need your e-mail or phone inquisition.
So please can we just stop the attacks
And go give each other a pat on the back.
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