He Don't Call. He Don't Write

 He Don't Call. He Don't Write. He said he was gonna fight for me. Give me free stuff. Pay my rent and buy my groceries. Every day I go to the mailbox and get letters from him. Ten times an hour he speaks to me on my TV.  What, No free College. No free Healthcare and worse I gotta get a JOB.  He don't call.  He don't write.  I hope he's all right. The election must be over.  How could he forget so quickly. Say it aint so Joe... Did we count all the river votes and ballots left in the trunk of the rentals cars at the airports. I hope he's all right. Burma Shave Tom