The quinquennial fair is in town,
Dabbing colors all around,
Dozens claiming the crown,
On their day out of the pound.
Yet, there will be no wars,
Not in a democracy of peace;
Please legitimize this farce,
Bestow the state on lease.
But, before that indelible ink,
Adorns your potent finger,
Pause momentarily to think,
Of what beyond the stain shall linger.
Bring to your thought range,
This urge to be pragmatic;
Why just vote for change,
Ignoring the rare giving tic?
Dabbing colors all around,
Dozens claiming the crown,
On their day out of the pound.
Yet, there will be no wars,
Not in a democracy of peace;
Please legitimize this farce,
Bestow the state on lease.
But, before that indelible ink,
Adorns your potent finger,
Pause momentarily to think,
Of what beyond the stain shall linger.
Bring to your thought range,
This urge to be pragmatic;
Why just vote for change,
Ignoring the rare giving tic?
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