Today I'm sharing a poem I wrote a while back inspired by the Democratic presidential debates back when there were a dozen people on the stage. Last night's debates had fewer candidates but a lot more heat. Now I have no idea who to vote for. They all want to be president. I don’t understand these men in their presidential suits and their presidential ties, these women in presidential dresses and heels lined up behind presidential podiums as if they weren’t all Democrats clutching identical lists of talking points: abortion, health care, taxes, economy, immigration, peace. They joust with veiled insults to be played on CNN for days. This one’s too old, this one too young, this one voted for war back then. This one wobbled on birth control. Yeah well, that one lied about his job. Time’s up, but no one stops. Asked to be silent, the audience cheers. Moderators fight for control. I change the channel to “Jeopardy.” They all want to be president, to spend their days in presidential suits, no cash or keys in their pockets, followed by security men with guns, can’t even go to the presidential john without someone taking note, every utterance a presidential quote, a stubbed toe a major incident. Anybody worth the presidential job wouldn’t stand in line for this.