Who? (limerick, almost)
May the best man win, my friend
We will lie to the bitter end
We will cut out our throats
We will beg them to vote
May the best man win
May the best man win you fool
You think you can stand against me
I'm rich, I have power
Your Truths I'll devour
May the best man win
May the best man win, I say
We will live to campaign another year
Lost our dignity's face
We've all been dicgraced
May the best man win
On election day
Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2008-11-03 at 03:58
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