For all the good that voting does
if there is any good at all?
We might as well just dump our votes
in that dumpsters down the hall
That we might get a better pick
of the good against the bad
and keep America from falling
any further than it has.
Just look who we've picked
to represent our land
A pig whose little hands and lies
Thinks he's the greatest—ever-yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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