so long for them to count
the votes,
licking their finger, saying
the next number
than the next,
then being interrupted and having
to start all over again.
pencil
and paper.
frayed notepads.
i can hardly keep my eyes
open
as the count goes on.
do i care.
yes, i do, but my eyes are
half mast
and i'll have to wait until
morning to see
which direction
the free world is going.
red or blue.
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