the candidates say
to themselves,
sleepless
in their hotel beds
eating ice-cream
from the box
and drinking wine.
one eye on the clock,
the other on
the window
waiting
for the sun to rise.
the clamor is over
as they lie
there twitching,
wondering if anyone really
believed any of the
b. s. that they've said,
did they tell
enough lies.
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