Friday, August 16, 2024

 It Could Be


the man who would be king is plotting how
if voters don't elect him, he can win
by any means necessary fair or foul
he's expert at preserving his own skin

she who will defeat him is planning change
first, she must debate him on live TV
he'll be all made up, but you'll see his mange
his aged luster for all eyes to see

he'll ramble, he'll blame, he'll lie through his teeth
if he's not insane people will think it
will she withstand his bombast his hulking big beef
avoiding questions, irritated, clearly unfit 

he's a sinking ship his crew now know it
they’re long past the warning sign: no exit. 


Dick Russell (C) Richard M. Russell
                         2024

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