Offended. Sort Of. No.

I can’t believe that this is all the news
That’s fitting for a banner.  Any care
I have for any slogan, unaware
That it is but a slogan, put in booze
And shaken to a frothing, angry mob
To pacify a base, does not exist.
I’d rather give America the gist
Of all the words in politics, to daub
The world in all complexity to this:
My opposition hates the very earth,
And finds it very easy for to birth
The evil that’s among us, the abyss
In which we mustn’t fall, so go and vote,
Or vote, to fell or keep the ship afloat.