Oh, Elizabeth!

Oh, Elizabeth!
Every straight-suit conservative cultivates this fantasy
of her,
this indomitable lady whose brazen eloquence bankers yearn to
conquer,
so they can
render
her wild-eyed policy pronouncements impotent to
usher
in breaking-news neo-new deal doses of rolling socialist
thunder 
and boundless bureaucratic, sycophantic, stultatory regulatory
blunder.
But with unbridled, yeah I say unto thee unfathomable,
bluster
she sails forth as some queenly masthead of Democratic
wonder,
flinging seaspray aside, sluicing salty flashes of populist
thunder.
She reigns as Regulator extraordinaire, tossing all semblances of mediocre laissez-faire
asunder
while, with squeaky clean midwestern vesture she thrusts bankerly reserves
under 
the bus, for us huddled masses of underemployed, chronically annoyed, lean and
hunger-
burdened occupiers yearning to be free, so we can be
a tower
of turbulent ferment that even now doth foment in yon seething streets, with fleeting beats,  this very
hour.  
You hear
it? This eloquent Liz hath spoke! and now she doth poke her legatory finger in the
air, 
being now a
senator.
While wily regulators and owlish pundulators still yet yearn to 
shower her
with love, yet she doth sally forth with that sensational senatorial
paramour
of old. She doth provoke us from her lofty tower
of power. Yeah, she doth it at this very
hour.

Glass Chimera