Halloween Election

All the ghouls come out for Halloween to ask you for your vote. With their sticks and signs sure to hammer their line in the chance to be your goat. Where their passion's lost for the greater sign that will dazzle your eyes in bloat. And their colors blind to the popular mind that the issues are all mote. And you ask yourself how could I go on in a world too dumb to vote Where the scariest thing you know to ring - is the answer will come post-mote. When you ask yourself How could I have vote for the man I thought was right When you know you live for the man outside with his hammer going down in fright.