Did You Hear
Late into the night,
they gather to plot,
what is, and what ain't,
following the dots to dot.
Now tax my tan,
isn't that a hoot,
what about the alcohol,
oh no, not the booze.
I can't wait,
until voting time again,
I'll make some changes,
just because I can.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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