Election Day, I slipped in early
Matinee ticket, daylight blurry
Sticker on, still fresh and bright
Walked straight from civic to neon light

Anora on the sign, doors swing wide
Different kind of truth inside
No speeches here, no counting votes
Just a story that grabs your throat

Ballot box to a bassline hum
Same heartbeat, just a different drum
Did my duty, didn’t stay
I needed something else that day

I werked the polls, then she worked the poles
Two kinds of hustle, same kind of goals
Ballot to body, rhythm to control
Civic by day, by night—rock and roll

I werked the polls, then she worked the poles
Switched my scene but I kept my soul
Left the booth, hit the matinee
Let Ani take it all the way

Lights cut low, she owns the room
Every step like a quiet boom
No campaign, no promises
Just power in the way she is

I sat still but I felt it move
Different truth, a different groove
From a checkbox to a stare
Something real was happening there

Did my part, but this hits different
Less about rules, more about instinct
Same day, two worlds collide
And I’m right in the divide

I werked the polls, then she worked the poles
Two kinds of hustle, same kind of goals
Ballot to body, rhythm to control
Civic by day, by night—rock and roll

I werked the polls, then she worked the poles
Switched my scene but I kept my soul
Left the booth, hit the matinee
Let Ani take it all the way

Two choices, two kinds of say
One in ink, one on display
Both leave something in their wake
Both more real than they seem to make

A different kind of Russian invasion on Election Day

Daylight fades, sticker still there
Neon truth in the theater air
Same city, same role I play
Just seen a different kind of way

God bless America