"An Anti-Republican Ode, Requested By A Dear Friend"

“An Ode To The Republican Party Convention, To Be Held In Tampa, Florida”

(Requested by a most dear, Democratic friend)

I

Four years enduring a National trauma,

under the misguided rule of Obama;

harks not to a future, but to ‘Futurama’.

Four years one cannot forget.

II

The Homeless, the Aging, the Poor are just tired;

as are the Jobless most recently fired.

All drowning in unsecured credit are mired;

to see tripled, the National Debt.

III

The Electorates—shocked at the news of the day:

of rogue shootings and crimes that just won’t go away.

So what does the ‘Man in the street’ have to say?

That Homophobes choose Chick-Fil-A!

IV

Though baffled, befuddled, we must give our thanks

for the corporate bailout of car makers, and banks.

Of course we need warships, and Humvees, and tanks;

our incomes just buy less each day.

V

O’re far deserts of sand, over land, over water,

our poor soldiers fight in wars that get odder;

losing their lives like expendable fodder.

For naught, but to secure the Oil.

VI

But quick! Tell you Mom and Dad, Grandma, or Grandpa,

there’s to be a Republican Convention soon held in Tampa.

While ideologues race to the bit they will champ-a

notion that makes one recoil.

VII

Some Republican candidates were already fail’in;

some dropped out early, because they were ail’in.

But there’s always a chance that we still could have Palin!;

a laugh is a laugh, after all.

VIII

While the economy languishes, sunk in a pit,

could we trust a front-runner whose first name is ‘Mitt’?

It sounds like the name of a pet, or a glove that won’t fit.

His woeful predictions appall.

IX

But what of this candidate’s offshore accounts?,

hiding millions of dollars in varying amounts;

what there are of his tax returns fail to announce:

his duplicity makes him a thief.

X

While we’ll probably see an upset in the Fall,

remember those running are sociopaths, all.

When elected, their hidden agendas appall;

a tin-God for Commander And Chief.

XI

In actual truth, we should bow down to the knees,

as desperate supplicants, so eager to please;

for our new owners and leaders will be the Chinese!

Capitalism’s ruin, they’re bent on.

XII

In 2016, there’ll be another election,

with the same awful candidates for our inspection;

in hopes they’ll assure our Country’s resurrection.

At least we’ll have Hilary Clinton!

END

With ever-fond regards,

‘Zahc’/Charles