by Bob Sparrow
I regress to Morning News in Verse,
As it seems that things just can’t get worse;
After watching the debate
I wonder how it got so perverse.
I know I should just bite my tongue
Ignoring the mud that’s been slung,
But there’s just no good choice,
No reason to rejoice,
It’s akin to two piles of dung.
From the long list we had to choose from
You’d have thought we’d come up with a plum,
But there’s no understanding
Our choice for commanding,
It’s either ‘the bitch’ or ‘the scum’.
We can vote for the one who can’t email,
Who probably should now be in jail,
Who thanks the paparazzi
For going light on Benghazi,
And for hiding the things that might ail.
And Trump’s just a rambling buffoon;
A self-centered, babbling tycoon
Whose manner is crude
And often times rude
And promises the wall in by June.
So where are the Reagans or Trumans,
Or anyone else that’s half human?
Instead we are stuck
With a couple of shmucks;
Hell, I’d settle for Alfred E. Newman.
No one’s voting because they are proud.
No one’s saying their choices out loud.
“We can’t have her win!”
“We can’t let him in!”
Is the only thing voters avow.
I’m embarrassed that American voices
Have come up with these two dreadful choices.
When all the ballots are in
And the new term begins
There’ll be no one who really rejoices.
As a nation we’re on our last nerve,
Electing a new leader to serve.
It won’t matter who’s hired
Or who ends up fired,
We’re getting just what we deserve.
“Every nation gets the government it deserves”
Joseph de Maistre, French lawyer and philosopher (1753 – 1821)
Do we really deserve this?