With our cities in convulsions
And economies in tatters
Don’t you think we ought to focus
On the stuff that really matters
For I doubt there’ll be much impact
From the dirt the country learns
If you trade a thousand emails
For some income tax returns
Yes, I guarantee his books are bound
In rich Corinthian leather
While incriminating emails
Have been bleached and lost forever
Since the polls are getting closer
And the margins getting thinner
Shall we focus on the feelings
Of some beauty pageant winner
When the time comes round for choosing
I think voters will rely
On the nation’s G.D.P.
And not the lady’s B.M.I.
Rather focus your attention
On the clash I’ll now describe
It’s the coming confrontation
Of the Cubbies and the Tribe
Well, this season both their lineups
Have displayed unique ability
While for decades set the standards
For historical futility
It’s a year of getting records
That their partisans have savored
And their battle in the Series
Is the outcome that’s been favored
Could this be a mirror image
To be seen by one and all
Of that other competition
That will finish in the fall?
Perhaps it’s like an omen
Something odd and rare and strange
But when one becomes the victor
Then the world is gonna change.