After all the vitriol, shrill rhetoric
And shouting
The primaries have ended
It’s all over but the pouting
Grandees of the GOP
Won’t go to Cleveland’s caucus
Kids who cling to Bernie
Promise Philly will be raucous
Pundits say we’re in for some
Unprecedented scrappin’
But being I’m a poet
I can see what’s gonna happen
The Democratic candidate
Inspires rage and odium
I’m starting to believe we’ll see her
Perp-walked from the podium
They’ll need a good replacement
And they’ll have to get one pronto
Senator Liz Warren will then save the day
Like Tonto
Donald’s speech is certain
To be lyrical and rare
Making us think fondly
Back on Eastwood’s empty chair
Unless Hugh Hewitt writes it
Though an ethicist might bar you
Leading to my question
Peter Robinson! Where are you?
They say we’re making history
And ain’t that kinda groovy
But wisdom says don’t watch them
Making sausage or a movie
And when they’re making history
Avert your eyes, the faster
In hindsight, what’s historical
In real time’s a disaster
