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      March 29, 2016CandidateClint Margrave

      Free speech is speech
      no one gets paid for.
      Gun control is how steady
      you aim the barrel.
      Same-sex marriage is
      just every marriage.
       
      I’ve built a wall between myself
      and others, does that make
      me anti-immigrant?
       
      My heart is a middle-class refugee
      seeking asylum.
      I worry about the electability
      of my feelings.
      Can they be trusted?
      Is this verse classified?
      Will my thoughts be indicted?
      Have I swiped too far left?
       
      I’m hoping for a personal revolution
      not a political one.
      I’m hoping the polls about
      mortality are all wrong.
       
      What’s emoji for catharsis?
      And why when I hear ISS
      do I always think ISIS?
      When I read “encryption”
      I only see “crypt?”
       
      Apple hasn’t developed the technology
      to disable death.
      But maybe after 10 failed passes
      even hope resets.
       
      Does that mean I’m pro-life?
      I don’t want to make any more choices.

      from Poets Respond

      Clint Margrave

      “Some nights I wake up at 3 a.m., an undecided voter in the midst of a nightmare news cycle. Bernie or Hillary? What if Trump wins? Should I defend his right to free speech or am I just defending a fascist? Did I take all the right positions in my latest Facebook posts? Where have I gone? I’m tired of being jostled around by soundbites and statements in 140 characters. I have enough trouble making my own choices. What happened to the world outside of politics, social media, and 24-hour news cycles? A personal world in a race against time. It’s only March. I need some sleep. I need to be a candidate in my own life.”