just like i figured,
the election made me sick.
missed some work,
not much else.
foreman phoned me up.
he does not like it
when i tell him to fuck off
so i told him to fuck off.
(he'll tell his boss
beer must be real sick,
he didn't sound drunk.)
after that i told him
he might want to
toss a day's pay at Muhannak,
20-1 in the morning line,
in today's breeders' cup marathon.
being election sick gave me lots of time
to consider the saturday races.
the europeans would do well
on the new santa anita synthetic.
if he did we will both
be missing work on monday.
hit three out out of nine saturday.
that is all i ask for.
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