For what it’s worth, my ballot’s nearly done.
My system is to tune out and ignore
the TV ads and emails — every one
attempts to sloganize and simplify.
My reading really isn’t any fun,
but I cannot okay another’s brief,
invite more checklists, launch a hired gun,
or bless another bureau. It’s a chore
but I owe voting time, and I won’t run.

(Magic 9)

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