(Lyrics found on a table inside a state building in Miami-Dade County)
I'm counting my heart out for you. The votes I am finding are few. We hear the mob right in the hallway heat up, They're talking of the chads that we might eat up. I hope this ends before we all get beat up. I'm looking for voters for you-- Some blacks or a wandering Jew. There aren't enough new hanging chads to suit me. I hope the Cubans don't show up to shoot me. There doesn't seem much I can do, Still, I'm counting my heart out for you.
Calvin Trillin(Lyrics found on a table inside a state building in Miami-Dade County)
I’m counting my heart out for you. The votes I am finding are few. We hear the mob right in the hallway heat up, They’re talking of the chads that we might eat up. I hope this ends before we all get beat up. I’m looking for voters for you– Some blacks or a wandering Jew. There aren’t enough new hanging chads to suit me. I hope the Cubans don’t show up to shoot me. There doesn’t seem much I can do, Still, I’m counting my heart out for you.
Calvin TrillinCalvin Trillin is The Nation’s “deadline poet.”