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.
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Author:
falcon_mn (
Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2026 10:35
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Comments2
It makes one wonder in these computer times how many votes are falsely cast. Well written
As an expose of the voting system this is terrific! As if voting changed anything much. Where I live voting is compulsory - going to make this sham look like a democracy come what may...
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