I often wonder what strange brew
The pundits have been drinking
A Harry Potter potion which
Induces wishful thinking?
Now once again they say for Trump
It’s clear the bells are tolling
And once again they base their views
On reams of wishful polling
They tell us that for Sleepy Joe
The lead is insurmountable
So many votes will swing to him
They’ll simply be uncountable
No living brain can sum that high
No person, not the smartest
Like grains of sand that bird conveys
In Portrait of the Artist
They see the future crystal clear
These children of Jeanne Dixon
A landslide well beyond the scope
Of Reagan or of Nixon
They tried this trick four years ago
Did it demoralize you?
It failed but here they go again
My friend it shouldn’t surprise you
The Left contends with each defeat
(You can’t make up this stuff)
Our bad idea was really good
But didn’t go far enough
And so, in their projections
Made by fiddling with widgets
Instead of up by ten or twelve
Joe leads by triple digits
We’ve never seen the like before
Not since these things were done
Sleepy Joe has set the mark
He’s outpolled Kim Jung Un
So take things with a grain of salt
Your vote will have its say
Not in October headlines
But on Election Day
