The Informed Voter

Oxymoron of the day: Politically Correct “Hi, I’m Carl Palmer and I approve of this poem.” The Informed Voter Donald Trump called, knew my name, called me Carl, left a message, I wasn’t home. Hillary Clinton called, knew my name, called me Carl, left a message, I wasn’t home, darn. Excited that so many candidates want my vote who sent me mail, filled my box, I read it all. Thrilled my yard is decorated with free signs from both democrat and that other party as well. Befuddled am I by the newspaper articles and letters to the editor changing my mind over and again, confused by the television ad contradicting the commercial just aired by the opposing opponent. Tediously taking notes while listening to talk radio refuting facts from previous pundits interrupted by my ever ringing doorbell announcing another concerned citizen soliciting suggested suffrage. Today is Monday, I still don’t know how I’ll vote, who best represents my interests, cares about me. I’m just thankful that tomorrow it’ll all be over at least until Wednesday when the recounts begin.