Rorschach, IV. Or V. I Can't Recall.

Hooray, the polls are up, and Mitt is up
A bit since the debating and the polls
That put them neck and neck, ere the controls
For undecided voters, incorruptible
Except in any given way
That politicians use.  I’m not a fan
Of polling, or of numbers, when it can
Corrupt the very judgment, if I may,
Of anyone who reads them.  Mitt and Paul
Are even, dead, with Biden and Barack.
A margin very tiny cannot block
The chance that any reader might, at all,
Assume a pattern from a set of points
That carry but an inkblot in their joints.