Almost Over, III

I’d rather see a movie, read a book,
Or study ancient Grecians, or appease
The slowly colder weather with an ease
That ever so suggests that any look
The darker nights are giving me is all
I need for hibernation, or a while
Waiting underground for any smile
Coming from the masses, with a pall
Suggesting all the world is crashing down
If so-and-so’s elected.  Give it rest.
And, casting off your vote, I think it best
To well recall we sat in fear of drowning
Every new election, but afloat
We still remain, surviving here the vote.