After the election Salon’s poet cavalry wondered what’s next for national politics:
The pundits can’t help be aquiver,
At the words of a man who delivers,
The data he crunches,
To ruin our hunches,
The new Anti-Christ is Nate Silver.
Barrack’s still commander in chief.
And each side will need time to debrief.
Will they work ‘cross the aisle?
Or continue hostile?
Time will tell if they change their motif.
Barriere, B.C., Canada
The wealthy are starting to think,
Karl Rove's got his own Kool-Aid drink.
While the pundits just sit,
Praying “God won't he quit?”
Turd blossom finally starts to stink.
So we’ve come to this point, as a nation,
Where a white man with money and station,
Is no longer a shoe-in,
So the Right Wing’s now stewin’:
“’Tis the End of Civilization!”
Bruce F. Cole
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