Bamboozled

I understand that the Arizona GOP's "Fraudit" of 2020 votes in the presidential election is complete (or no complete?), and -- a drum roll please -- THEY FOUND NO EVIDENCE OF VOTER FRUAD.  In addition they found no evidence of bamboo in paper ballots that were supposedly smuggled in by the Chinese government.  However, the people of Arizona sure were bamboozled by the GOP and by Trump and the Big Lie begun by Rudy Giuliani.

I'm sure the Frauditors will soon start screaming for another recount.  Surely someone in the GOP will demand a recount of the audit of the recount that recounted the audit of the third recount of the recount that recounted the initial audit of the first recount.  Am I right?

in honor of Trump's Big Lie and the insanity of the GOP's desire to undermine our democracy, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's now-classic poem "When they count the votes" below on the left.  Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "When they count the seeds," below on the right.
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
When they count the votes
For the seventh time,
They loom and lie and lie –
 
When they con the people
Stoop so low,
To be perceived as high –
 
When they believe the grifter
Yet they do forsooth –
Put their faith in falsehoods
And avoid the Truth,
They pursue the Big LIe, unsuccessfully
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By Emily Dickinson:
 
When I count the seeds
That are sown beneath,
To bloom so bye and bye –
 
When I con the people
Lain so low,
To be received as high –
 
When I believe the garden
Mortal shall not see –
Pick by faith its blossom
And avoid its Bee,
I can spare this summer, unreluctantly.