The Voter
Stands by the box and ponders.
In his thoughts, he speaks to it fondly
He looks at it like in his mother.
Everything will be like in a fairy tale.
He folds the ballot paper into four.
Votes for the future brighter.
With politics his favorite sport.
He aligns himself with that sort.
Professional voter he is, a situation connoisseur.
As a voter, he grew up in a grim time.
And got more voting, than working years.
He will never lose; he is not in panic.
He is a voting hack.