Entrenched in indifferences.
And tossed about by negative opinions.
With a decision to make,
As to who best represents them...
During times all stand on shaky ground.
The sounds of sighs from the people are heard.
And with random surveys collected,
As clues they hold in hand...
The pollsters stare becoming very much aware
Not one of the respondents mentions politics.
Printed on the surveys many have suggested,
Names of psychiatrists and some with addresses!
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