I have a cold, stuffed nose, sore throat,
But still I’ll make it out to vote.
Though my one voice won’t count a lot,
It’s all the input I have got.
When people grouse ‘bout those elected,
Often it’s as I suspected,
Voting goes against their grain,
Yet they’re entitled to complain!
So I will hustle to the school,
Use paper ballot – retro-cool,
And make the choices I think best
While passing over all the rest.
Tomorrow we will see who won
From all the people who did run;
And if my candidates got through,
I’ll know I did what I could do.
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