Who do I Vote for?

The television on the wall,

It screams 20 different ways.

That’s not surprising, it’s there to entertain.

Their books were written

With different agendas in mind.

My teacher is paid by the same.

The papers have been no help

Since Journalism died,

But neither is it theirs to hold the blame.

I was “taught,” I was “informed,” so now it’s on me,

But I have no clue. 

I am ashamed.

I must not act irresponsibly.

I suppose all that’s left to me is to abstain.