I liked my nails

But they are gone

Lost to vote count

From night to dawn

As days roll by

And we must wait

My patience frays

To know our fate

Poor nails take brunt

As parties fight

I fear for toes

Feet kick with might

Take long slow walk

Mouth must not eat

To relieve stress

From bitter tweets

I wait for day

When nails can grow

Toes, tummy safe

Know future's flow

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