Exit Polling

Every time my people vote,

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,

articulate democracy.

What guides us there, behind the curtain?

Naught worth reporting, that seems certain.

EXIT POLL, n. A political post-mortem prediction.