When all's said and done
…Alone…..in the booth
Pondering…reconciling….
One's own version of truth
Defining….characterizing
Varied elements induced
Circumstance threatening…
Chickens coming home to roost
My vote…thought critical
….Until once I behold
Election Two-Thousand
….In fact….literally stole
By Black Robed Authority
Every single ballot gone
In its entirety…negated…
Constitutionally overthrown
….Pondered…..reconciled
Its own version of truth….
What's wrong with this portrait
….So alone…in the booth
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