Found You At The Voting Polls, Patriot.

Georgia!
Sweet Georgia!

I found you with your face
turned in toward to the wall
as - per - usual.
And a look of sweet surprise
as I shocked your shoulder with my finger
(little girl in lacey pink, am I).

Georgia!
Sweet Georgia!

What a bunch of hometown decadence
you bring
to every chance that we encounter.

(What I really want to say,
has to do with the pages of naked women
hidden in cardboard boxes in the garage).

Enough of that you silly girl,
Only good for Mr.Georgia.