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Of Late Two Candidates Were Before Me Placed
Of late two candidates were before me placed
sour, unwholesome, impudent, anger they vent
from the Trumposphere media circus were sent
so POTUS voters might know their particular taste
first a bombastic blow hard truly less than third rate
a Senator next she a former US Secretary of State
sorry and now rueful over many emails she has sent
to learn of them millions of taxpayer dollars spent
Oh Blowhard Tweeter your total BS blows my mind away
Oh Madame Secretary you’re becoming a nervous wreck
Oh Tinny Trumpet pivots won’t bring any votes your way
Oh Senators work hard with Tim Kaine to gain more respect
In the endgame though not difficult to choose the POTUS vote
Former US senator and Sec’y of State, HRC. That’s all she wrote
John Keats original sonnet title is: “Of Late Two Dainties Were Before Me Plac’d
Mean Insulting Gaffes Broadcast Every Day
his mean insulting gaffes are broadcast every day
Conservative Republicans, Bushes, all wonder why
national polls show Trump’s campaign about to die
this gives readers and viewers much more to say
yet I can feel little solace or consolation from that
or even much better about his pivoting on positions
or some absolutely bewildering bombastic suppositions
for all I really hear is the Donald chewing fictional fat
about his true intents and purposes we know not where
he’s coming from, what we’ll hear one day to the next
from underneath a popcorn yellow orange thatch of hair
out comes more and more outrageous tweets and text
more mean gaffes about Hillary Clinton are yet to come
we tolerate them the best we can from Donald the dumb
Inspiration from John Keats original sonnet title: Keen, Fitful Gusts Are Whisp’ring Here and There
(Joey “Pepe Baton: Connolly/Special to the Saipan Tribune)
