entombed in the shrine of zeroes and ones

So I went to the polling place to see if there was voter suppression. There was a long line at the polls, and an irate elderly woman at the front of the line, arguing with someone about hyphens and apostrophes. Her name was in the rolls, but she was afraid that her vote wouldn't get counted unless it was spelled right. There was already a news crew there, and my mom got scared, she said "you're moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air." I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror, &c.