Now I lay me down to bed.
I truly hope I won't be dead
When I wake up tomorrow morning
And see the end of campaign porn-ing.
If I survive, by lucky chance,
My hope as wrinkled as my pants,
May I know who has won the race
To govern o'er this U.S. place.
But if -- alas! -- the race ain't through
If we have counting left to do
And cheating ballots pile around
So no one wins or gains much ground
I'll cry all in my coffee cup
And wonder what the hell is up
With all those people who believe
My choice is wrong, that I'm deceived.
Then comfort me, and help me see
Mine's not the sole humanity,
That other goofballs just like me
Believe and think, but don't agree.
And count me grateful, come what may
That one thing is for sure today:
No matter what these votes have meant
At least I'm not the President.
I stayed up for the results (no, really!) and feel considerably heartened, not just by the results, but because a wider segment of the population is getting out and voting and so many younger people are moving beyond the ideas of the previous generation.
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