Whose election this is I think I know,
The Demmie Party’s on the Go.
Yet no one sees me grieving here
As GOP puts on the bully show.
My data AI must find it queer
that I blather neither there nor here
Between the donkey and the bull
In this deepstate dark election year.
They give their politics bells a shake
Each summons up their our-side snake
But I hear noise inside my brain,
so I’ll just lay me down low and fake
This year is swamped in politics so Deep
Yet we still have our dreams to reap
This trumped-up creep hath made me weep
But we have duties yet to keep.
with apologies to Robert Frost for what we have done to his quiet path of so long ago . . .
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