November Third Is Over
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Not is the preamble to the poem
This is how I see what has happened so far with the election. I will support whoever becomes president until they prove, by their actions, not their comments, that they don't deserve my support. God help us all; however this turns out.
November Third is Over
By Franklin Price
11/06/2020
November third is over, voting's almost said and done
Still counting them in several states, when you read this, is yours one?
COVID 19 changed the way votes were cast in twenty-twenty
The resultant accusations, far from anything that's funny
Were told if we went to the polls, to cast our votes, we'd fry
Use the mail, protect yourselves, don't catch the thing and die
Democrats were listening. Trump said, we still should go.
The COVID's not a big deal. What does the blue side know?
When the polls closed on the third, votes were counted number one
Trump thought that he was winning, when that count was almost done
He declared, he was the president, in the morning - two A.M.
If that did not happen, then the Blue had cheated him
There should be no more counting, the mail-in votes, a hoax.
He should be the president and not the other folks
There are dead among the mail-ins and illegals are there too
Any way that they could cheat him, is what the Blue would do
Absentees are never counted, until the polls are shut
The on-site votes are counted first. The drive is hit, it's time to putt
Many people, of both parties, Had cast their votes by mail
The high percentage of them blue, now those votes will tell the tale
It now is Friday morning. It's the sixth day of November
The voting count still going; Red lead gone that we remember
Votes still being counted. The absentees have told the tale
Trump has filed some law suits, thinks the Blue should be in jail
Thinks the mail in votes, for Red, have been thrown into the trash
If the Blue needs any more, they have another hidden stash
I don't know how this will go. It's a shame of where we are
If not for the COVID, we'd be at home or in a bar
I've been for the Donald, since the escalator quote
He's not of the establishment, he still has got my vote
It isn't what he does, but says, that gets most in his way
Most votes that went to Biden were to make Trump's comments pay.
If it turns out Biden wins, I hope my thoughts are wrong
I think we're headed for the dump, for he does not belong
I'll recognize he's president and hope he's for us all
Instead of for the radicals who brought him to the ball
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2020
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