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Well, one more election
Didn’t go the way I wanted.
A friend posts,
“Well, I voted.
That did a lot of good.”
I get the sarcasm,
But I’m still glad
I voted; spared myself
A share of guilt.
Yes, I knew the folks
Who checked out my identity
When I went to enter the booth
Were enemies, despite
The smiles they wore.
The booth received me
Like the Catholic confessionals
Of youth, though all I had
To hide my secret
Was a curtain. At least Catholics
Get a door.
I felt more like I was taking
A quick shower. And yes,
I thought of Janet Leigh
In “Psycho.”
Unlike her, I wouldn’t feel the stabs
Till morning.
-- © 2010 by Jack Veasey
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