From March 2016.
The Candidate's conceit is giant,
Larger than Winston Churchill's belly!
Mention al-Qaeda, he's defiant!
(He flinches before Megyn Kelly.)
Just like the Woman at the Well,
He's had a fling or two (or three);
His coiffure and his coffers swell.
His cash can't buy him dignity.
This nation where I'm resident
Eager for "leadership" and "straight talk"
Is poised to choose a President
Who's barely smart enough to walk.
Militant moderates like me
Would stick this fellow in a pillory
Although it might mean (mother machree!)
Four years, or even eight, of Hillary.
I long for the days of old Ed Brooke,
Mark Hatfield, Bush the First, Bob Dole:
Folks who knew how to read a book,
Who had some decency of soul.
The Candidate needs a biopic!
I'd watch the thing from reel to reel.
Give it a title that'll stick:
How about The Art of the Heel?
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2018-10-09 at 17:12
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