The Electee
People live strait threw elections they do.
There is the incumbent ousted the jester trounced him the underdog has won the high collar blue dollar suffragette has given votes to him again. The Sherriff was elected in the fraud the ballot boxes was too hard to count there was more than fingers and toes could follow the mourning after the election so it goes they found the ballot boxes stuffed with my old clothes and ticket stubs and so it goes on comparing apples with oranges lemons with apples again and limiting the populace to just there one vote apiece only one vote to the customer the religious and the academic and the belligerant hopeless alcholic down in the alleyway underneathe that trestle they slept like babes will wrestle with the bad dreams and angels that they meet on lifes short highway as they sleep they sometimes fever sometimes get the medicine wrong and must go to the doctor for the life is more important than the vote. Cast a stone and you recieve them cast a heart and wear that sucker on your sleeve and mabe just one day you'll finally live. Be the electee.
