Alas, the fun is over
How can I go on with life
I feel as bad as if someone
Had stabbed me with a knife

No more enlightening TV ads
Where candidates explain
Their points of view instead
About opponents just complain

I’ll miss those pleasant messages
Left on my telephone
By candidates inviting me
To bother them at home

And now my mail will not be filled
With all their bright brochures
So full of truths, a well informed
Decision each insures

But wait, I now am waking up
To find it’s all a dream
For I recall instead of cheer
They made me want to scream!

Carol Smith
West Seattle