A Poem

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November 3, 1992

Four more days
Till the coming of dawn.
A brand new age of insignificance.
Through the corner and around the straight
To the other side of nowhere.
The mud is slung, the jury hung
Can you vote "undecided"?
To choose a leader who'll fight for the masses.
I must have made a wrong turn
Off the tightrope.