There comes the golden trumpet With its boorish tune. It claims that brimstone is falling From the heavens, threatening To mar all that is pure and white. All are spellbound by his ***** words Stripped from the usual ethereal facade. Promise of prosperity rings in their ears, Since the land of milk and honey has run dry. But wait… Look at the hunger in his eyes, A fervent **** for power and glory. Look at his thin skin, orange and tempered, Burning like coal in a blazing furnace. Look at the cohort he assembled, ******* swine from the swamp. Surely, he has the mob in mind. Throw chocolate to keep them quiet. Put on a show to divert attention. For the truth is glaringly clear, We have been played for fools.
When the smoke subsides… A repentant dog with its tail between its legs, ears back, comes out of the rubble.