Trump, In Verse

It’s officially Election Day.
A lot of people say they’ll pray
for their most favored candidate.
There’s one who hopes to reinstate
his rule, which has been interrupted.
He claims voting is corrupted
(that, of course, is just the case
If he ends up in second place –
were he to win, in that event
such outcome would leave him content).
He sees two camps: there’s “Us” and “Them.”
The latter he’ll quite oft condemn;
refer to them as “enemies” –
or takers of amenities,
as if from “Us” they have been snatched.
Onto conspiracies he’s latched,
like: this election has been rigged (he
has embraced this fable, bigly).
Immigrants are stealing jobs
from Blacks. And at the border, mobs
of immigrants are teeming in.
The schools have been mainstreaming sin
through gender-reassignment plans:
kids go to school and come home trans.
Another one that’s on his list:
our country will cease to exist…
unless, of course, you vote for him.
And if you don’t – the future’s grim.
As far as his opponent goes:
a different path’s the one she chose.
A vision of our nation where we
strive to not be adversaries.
Rather, she hopes to enable:
many viewpoints, one big table.

You can vote for whom you choose;
your choice might win, my choice might lose.
And while the choice seems clear to me,
you have the right to disagree.
But, most of all, you’ve got to VOTE.
Elect to celebrate – or gloat.