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In the wake of his convention And the primary season, too, Would it be at all surprising That I feel profoundly blue? How can one devoid of nuance, For whom life’s a win-lose play, Be considered for the real world, Where one deals with matters gray? Aren’t you alarmed public service Was naught to this seventy-year-old, Till he sought the highest office To boost his brand of tarnished gold? Under a symbol endangered, Facing crisis elephantine, Isn’t it ironic, his ticket of Deniers blithely mocks the green? Can a worshipper of Mammon, Who shamelessly on others tread, Cheating, abusing, extorting, Win over fans of Vermont red? Should we really need to conjure Il Duce or the Corporal To reject bans, walls – hate so vile – And tilt the states of purple? Don’t you notice undercurrents In the “make again” broken track, Calling former would-be masters To clean DC of Kenya black? So will you stand this year with her, Imperfect, cautious, yet mostly right, To ensure a dangerous clown Is nowhere near the House of White?
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Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
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In the wake of his convention And the primary season, too, Would it be at all surprising That I feel profoundly blue? How can one devoid of nuance, For whom life’s a win-lose play, Be considered for the real world, Where one deals with matters gray? Aren’t you alarmed public service Was naught to this seventy-year-old, Till he sought the highest office To boost his brand of tarnished gold? Under a symbol endangered, Facing crisis elephantine, Isn’t it ironic, his ticket of Deniers blithely mocks the green? Can a worshipper of Mammon, Who shamelessly on others tread, Cheating, abusing, extorting, Win over fans of Vermont red? Should we really need to conjure Il Duce or the Corporal To reject bans, walls – hate so vile – And tilt the states of purple? Don’t you notice undercurrents In the “make again” broken track, Calling former would-be masters To clean DC of Kenya black? So will you stand this year with her, Imperfect, cautious, yet mostly right, To ensure a dangerous clown Is nowhere near the House of White?
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Wynnewood, PA
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
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