Once upon a happier time,
Ere Trump soiled politics as crime,
A candidate’s clean character
Declared “I’m no malefactor.”
Recall when statesman-like virtues
Were prized with oversized statues;
When principles sorta mattered,
Authoritarians got battered.
Job savvy skills were far more prized
And sexual harassment despised.
Unfitness did disqualify—
Non-stop lies incurred a landslide.
During nostalgic good old days,
Decency, if not prestige won praise;
A life story foretold our futures,
Not vile, parasitic moochers.
Sans character, what’s leadership—
Other than smash-mouth ego trips?
Thus politics descends to war—
A jungle ripe for the predator.
When voters made job smarts taboo,
That shredded the national I.Q.
Whenever dupes backed a hustler,
Upsurged a Trumpist bloodsucker.
A slew of nasties with evil minds,
Every foe maliciously maligned;
Every race lost is rigged and crooked,
“We’re victims fleeced, the totals cooked.”
Instead why not a lottery—
Refuting votes with alacrity?
Why bother even to campaign
When justice meets a hurricane?
Alas, the end’s no mystery,
A body-blow to democracy;
If fair elections can’t be “lost,”
That’s a systemic holocaust.