Of course the democrats point the gun

At all the ridiculous things he’s done.

But now the critics are on the same side

Of the aisle that creates the divide.

What is driving this lack of good sense

That makes him doubt US Intelligence?

At the height of the Crisis it was $1.5 trill.

Save the global economy, that was the drill.

But by 2015 the deficit had shrunk

$438 billion was then the full chunk.

We averted disaster, albeit not pretty.

Now in prosperity we have THIS?!  That’s shitty.

It’s almost like a cartoon caricature

Of these men who in America were

Manipulating this and cheating that

And are little more than a selfish rat.

For Stone it’s part of his longtime job.

But why Giuliani, who took down the mob?!

The damage is so deep it’s easy to believe

The argument that the media will deceive

In any way and in any manner

To raise higher its biased banner.

When will the press understand the theme,

That things very rarely are as they seem?

It’s unclear to me if the art of the deal

Ever contemplated how much to squeal

When your tactics fail, the mission aborted –

Your high jinx and bravado, badly thwarted.

The next round starts soon, as Donnie grapples

With everyone asking how he likes Dem apples…

This is absolutely just the best

And maybe a way out of our mess.

Check out this guy who’s entered the fray:

Combat vet, Harvard, middle class and gay!

Oh yes, eyebrows will raise with him in the game.

The “Mayor of South Bend,” and with that name…?!

It can happen in a reasonable way

By using the same process as the ACA.

All unpopular acts that have passed before

Had to build support beyond their core.

The problem is that it takes real work.

Not holding us hostage and being a jerk.

In the early days of my very own youth

I read his “ballets in a phone booth.”

The words he used were structured sublimely

And the topics he chose were always timely.

The Observer had impact on me for sure.

I wish Russell well on this, his next tour.

The biggest loss of our omni-screen culture

Is that outdoor imagination is circled by vultures.

Gone are those days with wide open patches

Of time to fill with made up matches.

Who knows how many World Series I won

With a driftwood bat slapping rocks toward the sun.

Yes no yes no maybe yes no.

Do it now, do it later, stop, let’s go!

Donnie wings it and is certain that’s good.

He’d never dream of planning, even if he could…

His simple goal is to win now at all cost.

Sadly for all, he scores a “Pyrrhic Loss.”