Today is our election day. These words aren’t what I’d planned.
But here I am with all these thoughts. I guess I’ll raise my hand.
I won’t get into right or wrong, or who I think should win.
Just take a look at what we need. Our choice is pretty thin.
Our country doesn’t need a tweak, it needs an overhaul.
And if we don’t address it soon, we’ll smash into a wall.
Our education lies in fragments, shattered on the floor.
We the people must declare that we won’t take it any more.
Social Security is a joke, but not of the HA-HA kind.
How can we cast a careful vote, and keep it absent from our mind?
The economy… I shouldn’t start. I might not ever stop.
Didn’t we all know the other shoe was bound to drop?
Now what I am about to say, I admit it’s touchy stuff,
but I don’t think that either guy can really do enough….
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