(un)divine election

In the campaign office I throw
Myself into things just to see
What I may hit. We don’t know
What we are doing but we
Are somehow neck and neck
And there are four thousand things
To do and I am overwhelmed to a
Point of smiling but I look around
The tornado desk at checks and futures
Trading and a civics class of information and
The only politics I can think of is
Her hips and how the election with her
Is already over