"Jessica, you make a terrific hologram."

I am working on an election poem. I know that sounds a little ridiculous, and I know that ordinarily this sort of poem would lurch dangerously close to Hallmarkism, but, my dear readers, we live in a world of talking head holograms!



Anything is possible.

Can we write election poems that aren't oozing with sentimentalism? Yes we can!

[Oh, dear...]