Went down to my old elementary school
(Which somehow seems appropriate)
To discharge my civic duty.
Nearly got buried in handouts
From the evangelical electioneers,
The political panhandlers working passers-by for spare votes.
Made my way to the booth
They say the voting booth
Isn't that different than the peep-show booth
And indeed there did seem to be something slimy on the levers,
Some disgusting discharge from the body politic.
Pulled my levers and left quickly as I could,
Past the electioneers who no longer were the least interested in me
And went home to wash my hands.