By Turlough O'Carolan.
Sequenced at Ancient Music of Ireland.
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Day seems sometimes like which crook
Leaves just a slightly less repulsive taste.
Each day the ugly, money-sucking waste
Creates an urge to give 'em all the hook.
There are, of course, many who have died
In defense of this most precious right,
Opening their bodies to the night,
Not bred to have their dignity denied.
Do, then, for their sake more closely look
At each contestant, though with Lysol laced.
Your vote affirms your power to decide.