On T.V. they make a note
Of the results and then continue
To why we vote the way we do.
They ask us for our age and gender,
And put the data in a blender
With our race and our religion
To extrapolate our indecision.
The gathered and the tallied choices
Are drowned out by the droning voices
Of experts on the many blocs
That merge to fill the ballot box.
The dead may rise with votes to cast
And chads might hang on 'til the last
But fraud and error are less germane
Than commentary, as they'll explain.
It seems like too much work to me,
What guides us there, behind the curtain?
Naught worth reporting, that seems certain.
EXIT POLL, n. A political post-mortem prediction.