An Election Day poem

The sky is falling

The sky is falling

They scream while polls are closing

Vote this way or that way

It’s our way or the highway

We know what’s best they say

Yet this isn’t anything new

It’s normal when choices are few

And you must choose one or two

Tears of joy and tears of sorrow

Flowing freely on the morrow

Our misery so thorough

But the result is only natural

When we can’t find what is factual

While lies flow from the capitol

But fear not my worried friends

For when this wretched empire ends

Our souls we can finally mend

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