Knives on every other page of your despicable novel
ripping through the guts of your enemies, like you think
in a hundred thousand words you’ll strike down all conservatism.
Stupid, idiotic, fucking moronic you called us, vilely
twisting us into every kind of overblown caricature.
I shoulda given you up at page one hundred, but I had to see–
Nope! You never acknowledged us as feeling human beings.

Can’t stand a person with a different opinion, can you? But
as much as I’ll agree that we need to start getting better,
shitting on people you don’t like won’t a nation fix;
hatefulness only paves the road of our continued downward spiraling.
One day, I hope to tell you that, in person, how your book left me
reradicalized, stalwart in 2016 decisions and palpitating at how
eventually, all in spite of you, I might just vote the wrong way again.