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The Last Debate of Trump and Biden
10/22/2020
By Franklin Price
written - 10/23/ 2020

The last debate of Trump and Biden
Neither one of them in hidin'
Both came to the stage to have their say
To tout what they were all about
Why the People could not do without,
What they would do, the next four years of play

The rules had changed and things made clear
There were six subjects we would hear
Each man allotted just two minutes time
The one not speaking, had no mike
Could not be heard or cause a spike
So could not cause an interruptive crime

With both two minutes, said and done
I fully thought we'd see more fun
More of the over-speaking fun and games
Surprisingly, was more control
Each had, more presidential role
Seldom yelled, or called each other names

 Kristin Welker did quite well
When differences began to tell
She tried her best make them toe the line
They honored her, more than the last,
Who lost control, but that's the past
This woman moderator, more than fine.

The ninety  minutes went by fast
When it was over/done at last
I tried to analyze what I had seen
I reviewed what they had said
And ran it slowly through my head
Here's, what I think, that each of them would mean

Biden, always, the  democrat 
Though he thinks he is more than that
Claims he would be the president for all
His Washington would care for us
We'd all be equal on the bus
Government controlling, every rise and fall

Trump still not a politician
Ran last time on his volition
He gives away his presidential pay
Believes the people should be free
For each to be what they can be
Without  the ones, in D.C., in the way.

The details ,of each, are all for naught
Of who is sold and who is bought
If We the People lose controlling voice
November third, eleven days away
Be sure to vote and have your say
To select, which way we live, will be your choice
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