The Press have learned their lesson
They woke the bear they’re poking
They’ll play it down the middle now—
Of course, I’m only joking
The old dawgs of the media
Are people you can’t fix
No matter the incentives
They will never learn new tricks
They’ll push recalibration
And call for introspections
Then look into the mirror where
They never see reflections
My sources say the Deep State too
Is shaking in its boots
Along with all the pundits
With whom they’re in cahoots
Perhaps they’ll have to face the facts
And say it was no fluke
No longer can they place the blame
On poor old Robbie Mook
The nation did the talking
And as the votes were counted
The lead did not diminish
In fact, it only mounted
Now putting all the parts in place
Could be a sticky wicket
There’s lots to hold together
When you run a Fusion Ticket
But all of us who rode along
Have tickets to this dance
The odds are often better
When you get a second chance
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