Do I Know How to Party?

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Do I know how to party? Where would I have learned?
Certainly not in Russia. I was not born there.
Were I there, would they drink me if I were not black?
What a confounded question. I’ll take that one back.
It’s the order of colors that nations must bear
When in blind celebration the least seem concerned.

I’ll bate breath for a ballot. I’m told it’s my right.
When I go to the voting place, though, I get flack.
They will tell me I’ve already voted, although
It is not true. I have trouble telling them so.
I cannot know what’s going on behind my back.
My sick psyche is weary. I’m too bored to fight.

Can I party my ass off then screw it back on
As the vote casting frenzy subsides by day’s end?
What becomes of my ballot? That I cannot know.
Am I under the influence of a grand show?
Many questions I can’t answer. I’ll just pretend
We’re all having a blast here, at least until dawn.

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