Poll Cat
I enter in to cast my vote
And gaze at what is offered
To fill the post of president
Two whose services are proffered
There’s dear Al Gore the rigid board,
Who’s practiced all his poses
When Clinton stood covered in crap
He assured us it was roses
He stands for change in campaign funds
He says and shows a dimple
Just please look the other way
About that Buddhist temple
A man of honor, he assures
He’ll stand for it, no fears
He’s saved it all for when he’s chief
He wasted none the prior 8 years
And then there’s Bush, the heir of all
His Daddy had before
He stands for change and lower tax
But mostly, He’s not Gore.
So when confronted with this choice,
I hold my nose and pick
Put my finger on the lever
And cast my vote and flick.
© 3/20/2000 Bart Breen