The Voter

The Voter

He stands by the ballot box and ponders.
In his thoughts, he coos to it with affection.
He gazes at it as if at his own mother.
Everything will be just like a fairy tale.
He folds the ballot into four.
So, the future may be ever brighter.
With politics as the finest sport.
He mingles with that sort.
He is a professional voter.
A true connoisseur of the situation.
As a voter, he came of age in wretched times.
His voting years outnumber his working years.
He will never lose; he is no panic‐monger.
He is a day‐laborer voter.