Woke up feeling
So confused.
Wasn’t tired or hungry
or even
feeling used.
But I couldn’t eat.
Nor could I sleep.
After all that’s transpired,
Why am I a live wire?
So I called my doctor
and asked,
“What can it be?
What’s causing
All this fog,
All this misery.”
“Well,” she said,
With the warmest tone.
“For what you’ve got,
I can prescribe
just one remedy.
It’s not a pill
or something you smoke.
It’s pretty simple
You gotta get woke.
And by that.
I mean you gotta vote.”
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