
A poem expelling my thoughts on elections.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 95 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3071140
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Every Freakin' Leap Year
This year the leader must be chosen
Every last one I've been dosin'
Now that I've paid attention
And I've heard all this bitchin'
I wish I had just stayed in bed
And never filled this in my head
Now it's like a bad addiction
Lake as face plant to the ground to feel the friction
Though one good thing about these less that elite
My family can huddle around the T.V. for heat
To insanity it just gets so near
I can't believe this happens every freakin' leap year
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