My phone was silent in the falling dusk.
No campaign flyers clogged our daily mail.
No nosy pollsters forced me to be brusque,
As they my doors and worried dogs assail.

The only sign that we have reached the end
Of this incessant, scurrilous campaign:
Long lines of cars the polling sites attend
As hopefuls pray their wait won’t be in vain.

Now precincts certify and bubbly flows
To celebrate or offer consolation
To challengers, incumbents, and all those
Whose efforts irritated all the nation,

I’m equally annoyed at wins and losses-
I wish we could vote campaigns out of office.