For ninety minutes
His blink/grimace router firing randomly
The crabby old man
Conjugated the verb “to fight”
Seven hundred times
Through teeth locked together
Like a jigsaw puzzle
Dipped in Lucite
Angrily conjured
Irrelevant ghosts
And tried not to scream “boy”
At the top of his antique lungs.
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Lots of shaking heads and sighs
Election day, please
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