It's really too important
to just take a blind wild guess,
and hope like mad the wind that blows
will clean up all the mess.
Well, I try to pick a liar
that I just can't tell apart.
From the mobs that they all barrack for,
it really breaks my heart.
And how on Earth can preferences
Be really how it works.
They just load your precious vote into
some other pack of jerks.
So I'm sad to say I'm only here
to write this little poem.
For the one who has to "count" this vote,
and now I'm going home.
Brett A. Jones
election day, 2015
