47th President Poem: A Delicate Democracy, by Nina Theiss

He says reelection,
you say misdirection
You’re nothing more than your ballot
So long as a social order’s suffering is subjective

Elect Rhonda Tennant
Vote Bo Burgess
Are you a Staunch Conservative or Proud Liberal
Is your flush from the southern heat
or heralded shame

Make America Great Again,
Brandon
Someone has to turn this mess around
Our wines our ties yield fruitless aid

If votes are voices
Only the majority is heard
And we have turned a delicate democracy
Into a screaming match

Tune out your own temptations
for two seconds
You’d find no one really wants this
We’re just a collective offspring
Of a process that produces it