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This is where I see we are until the polls close in November. I'm not sure we shouldn't be ashamed of ourselves.

Hillary and Donald

Hillary and Donald
By Franklin Price
7/29/2016

Hillary and Donald
The Clinton and the Trump
Run to save the country
Or send it further in the dump

Only the two of them are left
To run for president 
We no longer feel the Bern
And sixteen have come and went

Clinton is establishment
Politics has been her thing
If she wins will be the first female
To wear the presidential ring

Brings years of participating
With the Washington elite 
Where graft is most predominate 
Among most everyone you meet 

Trump is from the outside
Wants to change the status quo
Will make this country great again
Just how he'll do it we don't know

Being tired of Washington elite
Donald said the things we thought
He also was self funding
A billionaire who was not bought

Neither one is popular 
Told so by the polls and news
Neither one is good for us
They're not the ones that we would choose

Who do you think it was that chose them?
Was not some little elves
It was voting by the people
Yes, we did this to ourselves

So now will come November
And on the day the polls will close
One will be chosen by the voters
What will happen no one knows
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Godwin Avatar
July 30, 2016 at 9:00 AM
I'm not sure it was you and me - as people vote, 'the powers that be' rezone and redefine districts to abuse vote count. Plus, other manipulations. Your clever, flowing poem is bound to stir up soup! America did manage 2 produce 2 nightmares! Shame USA for developing a process that only allows those with money and/or power to run - eliminating endless intelligent/capable people. We should lock our entire govt. in a huge closet with journalists and fed them all exlax. All the best - CayCay
Godwin Avatar
July 30, 2016 at 11:20 AM
Weeeeel, so long as they're gone?
Price Avatar
July 30, 2016 at 11:10 AM
Oh how your comments compliment my poem. What you wrote is very much the problem. Locking them all in a closet and feeding exlax is a wonderful idea. The problem is, they would all be dead before they were empty due to their blood boiling from all the hot air.
Leiser Avatar
July 29, 2016 at 10:47 PM
Very cleverly written poem on the politics of our time, Franklin! Enjoyed reading this one :)
Price Avatar
July 30, 2016 at 5:58 AM
Thanks Laura, I had a good time writing it. Please come again
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