The Gladiators - Trump Vs Biden

Bitter, battered, bruised and spent Throwing punches aimed to dent, Bobbing, weaving, sighing loud, Gladiators playing to the crowd. Armed with words that cut like steel Inflicting wounds that won't fast heal, Nostrils flaring, bulging eyes, Parrying blows with stifled sighs. Indignation, slights of old, Each man's purpose bitter, cold, One sole aim, that fatal blow, Boiling anger on full show. As to us the silent horde Stunned by this discordant chord, We watch and wonder how we came To such a place so sad and lame. Is this all we now deserve Screeching buzzards without verve, Gone the poise, the weathered charm Just two sluggers out to harm?