The candidate isn’t perfect.
I’ll admit, he’s better than the alternative,
But I shouldn’t have to compromise.
I’ll write-in or third party;
I’ll say it’s in protest,
A vote that casts half backward.
I’m holding out,
Seeking a revolution,
Even if just spinning in circles.
Plus, they’re so divisive—
on both sides—
Or so they tell me.
Sure, sure, sure
There’s a threat,
But my ideals are screaming!
I remain unsullied,
Principled and unchanged—
Both a stubborn rock and something harder.