Tuesday, November 3, 2026

Presidential Election

 Presidential Election

 

The clown in the blue suit

Named Diddily Doo

Had raging red hair as if ablaze

Spoke in a craze

Sported a giant pink nose

Which he sniffed little children with

He wore blackface but only in private

He promised to fix

All he made worse in his

Forty years of public service (exploitation)

His rhetoric all wrong

Sung in a sad song

 

The clown in the red suit

Had orange hair

He was smelly

And had a tremendous belly

With a fat ass

And below zero class

Insensitive as mocking laughter in prayer

An adulterer many times over

Twice divorced and full of carnal greed

All the evangelicals wished he would succeed

His name was Doddoly Dee

An expert bully of tyranny

A Hitler wanna be

 

Well Wall Street and the banks

Along with the generals in their tanks

Had hedged their bets

Placing massive sums of gold

On both red and black

Green could never win, it must be told

That is a solid fact

For we are constantly voting for the lesser of the evils

The better of two devils

To die by plague or famine

While the bloated parasites would suck blood

From those thin as sin

With a wicked gory grin

 

Diddly Doo and Doddoly Dee

Were well hated in reality

But the land was full of fiction

Propaganda the prominent smell

In the hell of illogical diction

A steamy hot lie and a slice of cold apple pie

Well Democracy was widely celebrated

We were after all brave and free

Never mind you and me

So, the two clowns debated

 

I’m the man said Diddily Doo

I’m the man for you

 

No that would be me

Chimed in Doddoly Dee

I ‘ll make you great

Fill you with vile hate

 

Spoke Diddily Doo

No that’s not true

I’m rougher and tougher

And more than a bluffer

 

You will sell us out, you just might

Antifa and anarchists are your delight

I’ll spend more of the military

And build a bigger bomb

 

Oh, come on, stop

I stood up to corn pop

 

And so, the night went on

A debate of greater hate

They both saluted the flag

Boasted and bragged

 

We got a choice of two clowns

Both sporting bitter frowns

 

The loser was apparently clear

All the citizens lurking in apathetic fear

Starting looking for more houses of detention

After the

Presidential election 

POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor