My Vote

I am going down to the hardware store to buy a tape-measure I have much to measure I have to measure my disgust for politicians. Election year is coming; I have to sum-up the lies tally half truths, cut and saw the promises into manageable fragments of about one truth by half of one lie, to a fact or maybe half of a fact to a half truth. I may buy one of those cloth measuring tapes the kind tailors use to size men up and just glue it to my TV screen. When they debate I will be ready to measure my next vote, my half-hearted hanging chad my one change to get it right, to fix all that is wrong with the world.