Nome hatter the election thirteen plus months in the past
...Hillary Clinton - would da bin my choice for president.
Hello.
Ok..,I know revisiting previous election a moot point
butta ba jaw adage, ah Shaw hoop you will make believe voters set to goat hu the polls
following in idealized lock step...faux pas of red rover....
yet tubby asked if he/she will PLEASE dis cover
via crystal ball, incantation, or seer per next occupant at the white house
or even pretend to write in sesame street Muppet named Grover.
If this veritable stranger could reverse train of political events, the next commander in chief whizzing with over the top popular votes from the electoral college, thee democratic equal familiar recipient would without doubt satisfactorily employ environmental, literary, and oratorical skills to good cause advocating support for democratic, green, independent and republican party voters.
As known now, this political horse race bared snarling teeth post the 2016 November presidential election.
A stark loose canon fired off FAKE insinuations asper the much more experienced nominee.
Might versus right won day and dominant hustler lambasted (prurient tarred) Xbox fellow constituents, thus surprising the American populace, that the ill suited Apprentice would don the mantle of commander in chief.
Naturally, he did trumpet obeisance to himself and credentials as a holier than thou towering casino billionaire, grand Poobah, hotelier mogul, which roles would smack of blind faith.
Stump speeches completed devoid of smarts to govern these storied United States.
Thus Spake Zarathustra as my chosen sole mission dialing up to 2153708929 contacts (perhaps for naught) as my goal (not impossible) incorporated communicating absolute value (within this calculus re: stewardship) for benevolent deservedly favorable honor "queen" of throne.
Such a pipe dream issued mainly FAKE smoke and mirrors from prestidigitation and coterie of stool pigeons yielding results (only known to Vladimir Putin), a sealed fait accompli.
This one voice validates justifying via his prosaic/poetic license, a stolen manifest destiny qualifying former secretary of state (misconstrued as crooked Hillary from that pom piss sass, barn burning, knuckle cracking, and hocus pocus tinpot tyrant) compromising heiress presumptive to guide america until two thousand and twenty, and perchance even nabbing female incumbent nomination for a second term.
Hillary Clinton - though question marks pop up like invisible thought bubbles dotting around me noggin iz tha choice of me
hail to thee stellar quintessential pugilist prithee
cuz tis best to choose a safeway bet rather than be sorry
and Bill leave -Hugh dear reader might cause a white water howl
From him – the divine necromancer with magic dowel
If ambition stirs thee to make presidential bid for we Chelsea
Reverberating throughout terrestrial bowel -
Analogous to former late reigning supreme ringleader Muhammad Ali.
As an obedient student who crossed his t’s and affixed every “I” with a dot
Although high letter grades this older papa never got
(Undiagnosed anxiety inducing pressure cooker symptoms made me hot)
I recognize brilliance, and would immediately and unquestionably cast my lot
From the current secretary of state whose political skills right on the sweet spot.
Three months hence, this democrat will cast his vote
Without doubt maintaining party line, No matter campaigners republican huzzahs will tote
Unable to change opinion of mine Praying that economic maelstrom
she can brazenly smote If necessary seeking oracle of Delphi
for a positive sign Or devising my own catchy slogan to quote
Common as this generic human dust mote Whose esprit de corps would
to the stratosphere float
Like some over inflated helium filled ballooned goat
Kidding nobody that view from on high depicts sinking American boat.
Please take to heart
From this fellow (among ship of fools
weighed down by a white elephant
Who decries special interest groups sway
to sabotage and up-end donkey cart
With extreme elephantiasis haunting white house with ghouls
With penchant to undermine sacred constitution with graffiti art.
This jar red Joe schmoe of lame duck po whet tree soup per poet would be in awe
And inwardly hee-haw
If this poem affected your name to be on ballot garnering cheers from this paw
And knows that random polls made of straw
The former forty second first lady gaga to engender revolutionary thaw.
So...How are you today?
rsvp asap if ya got something to say
Let's get together..??
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