Hit the Voting Booth, Okay? by W. H. A. Hit the voting booth, okay? Pretend to cast your vote; Time and deadlines turn away Individual voters from Crucial ballots, and recounts Prove the choice ephemeral: But if you must stay to eight o'clock Don't let present leaders lie, Mortal, guilty, and in truth The same old politicians. Time and fatigue have clear bounds: To voters as they wait upon The challenging lawyer's test In their ordinary clothes, Weak the vision voters have Of Democrats' sympathy, Republicans' love and hope; While an abstract insight wakes Among the pollsters and the clocks The TV spin-doctor's ecstasy. Promises, fidelity On the close of polling pass Like pork barrels in a Bill, And fashionable pundits raise Their pedantic boring cry: Every megabuck of the cost, All the campaign pros foretell, Shall be paid, but from this night Not a precinct, not a vote, Not a count nor chad be lost. Ballots, insight, fervor dies: Let the TV returns that glow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of clarity show Eye and knocking wood may guess. Find the elected guy okay; Noons of stalemate see you fed By the newly-elected powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by satellites above. ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html