PolAnon

Hi.
My name's Matt.
And I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy.

I haven't voted for
fifteen months now, though it's tough
since I moved so close to a primary state.

Growing up, I never touched the stuff
but when I turned 18 and everyone was doing it
I thought what the Hell
though I was a little scared
and just started off Independent.

It wasn't bad, I kinda liked it,
it wasn't a big deal
so when I went off to college in California
I'm on Haight Street and why not sign up for the Green Party,
what the Hell!

Then, man, I'm hooked,
scroungin' through the paper, Jonesin' for an entrance poll an
	exit poll an unofficial report,
I'm catchin' McNeil Lehrer on PBS, for God's sake,
tryin' Democrat, Patriot, dabbling in Libertarianism and even a
	little Republican at a frat house one night; Buchanonballing
	shots of Perot, findin' that mixing Jesse and Jesse does
	nasty things to my tongue, Larouchin' the dusk into a haze a
	Fulani, then prying awake with a cold Bush or a dry Mondale
	as every day was Super Tuesday.

Thank God I never tried no Reagan;
some guys I used to vote with still got the Gipper on their
	backs, dug in deep
talkin' supply-side serenity prayer so they take more an' more,

but I been clean fifteen months,
can't watch TV since Iowa ads play here across the river--they
	say one Steve Forbes commercial and I'm back where I left
	off,
squeezin' down some Tsongas, thinkin' if I had a pie chart big
	enough
I could get off this rock and found me a constitutional monarchy!

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