[This was originally a comment in agnostic’s snark diary; diaried based on their suggestion]
I was walking along one day
when I heard an awful bellow.
One cruz, one rube,
and one loud orange fellow,
the trolls came into sight,
seeming poised for an awful fight,
tooting their horns and bleating.
“Everything’s bad,
it is all down the toilet”.
I replied, “You trolls,
you are the ones responsible for it”.
Rump said, “Not I,
it was they who knocked it down.
I’ll build a wall. You’ll see.
Now give me that crown”.
With a laugh, I retorted,
“Your logic is all patter,
we build bridges, not walls,
important things that matter.”
“But I’m great, I’m the best,
you’ve never seen better”,
came the snort and grunt
from that orange mad hatter.
Then cruz slithered up,
a cringe-worthy sight,
a snape and a nix mixed
with poisonous spite.
“Fear others, vote for me,
and don’t you forget it”.
His breath was rank,
and yes, it was fetid.
I recoiled with a gasp,
and did indeed regret it.
“You retch, low down asp,
with you I’ll not mingle.
Your whole being makes me itch
and my spidey senses tingle.”
The rube stood to one side,
hoping for good views,
knowing well that his chance
depended on the News.
Like a fox that is quiet,
a rat that tiptoes,
he wants to slip in,
after everyone goes.
“Look at me, I’m not so bad,
I am a marvelous fellow”.
I take a look and must say
“You are far too callow.
You have managed to make
a shady deal or three.
But I ask this to you sir,
and your backers who matter,
do you think you will fool
Millennials with TV chatter?”
The cruz, the rube and rump stood
far too close for comfort.
“Back”, I say with force,
“back into your gutter”.
They cry “But, we have
friends with power and wealth.
You think you can beat us with
hope and universal health?”
I stand back and bellow out loud
“Grandpa and mother,
come help us
stand our ground.”
To all my sisters and brothers,
make sure we all turn out!