The Never-Ever Ever-Ending Election

Who's that one one one? Sick but fine, human condition; one in the pink, one in the left blank, one in the eye; damn right it burns. Oh Lee, probably named after Bob, why yes I am brazenly provocative and astonishingly uneducated, but at least I don't eat ink; one's a twinkie, and the other a front. Man, she hates it, when I call her, Dude. Ann Aiken I love you. Robert the Mug, nothing from nothing leaves Zimbabwe, what you've got, having, had, until it's jump the rung, Little Caesar now showing now showing now showing. Times 3 would have only confused. Okay, as you're going up on the wheel and your love is in opposite passing, do you time it just right and jam, a stick between the gears, as theirs and yours meet up (add your own home filling), or do you even wave anymore? Do you even? Do you?