I was sitting at my table,
As my friend wrote a check for me to sign.
She was 25,
And had never written one.
I asked another,
26 year old,
To help by putting a stamp on my letter,
Because, yes, I write by hand.
And I love it.
My friend did not know where a stamp was supposed to go.
And whenever I mail a ballot,
While walking to a mail drop,
I ask my walking partners,
“Do you vote?”
Making sure that they know i don’t care who they choose,
Just that they use their voices,
And, invariably i hear,
No, what difference does it make?
My one vote won’t make any difference.
And all I can think is,
The first step in dominating
The population, is gutting education.
And I miss a good civics class