glaze over as i watch the debate
pondering
who
should be the next
president
of the united states.
who would even want that
job?
half the world
hates you,
and the other half puts
you on a short
leash,
if you don't do what you
promised to get their votes.
it ages you,
keeps you up at night.
a thousand voices in your
ear
telling you what's wrong,
what's right.
even your wife.
there are so many other jobs
out there,
why this?
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