by Tim Chiu
A suitable pleasure - democracy, just a tasty dessert - a poem.
|A thousand years of politics, zero in this miss.
Worthiness a virtual; cordial, never bliss.
Criminal’s obscenities, somewhat of a diss,
Feathers need a ruffling; surely, but remiss.
Not a victory, a stall - colleges for ransom.
Curtains up, a stage is set, crowds do cheer, advance him.
Voices blatant, song of duties, kind of free, yet handsome,
Begging for a moral twist, never mind, we’ll chance him.
Cherishing the earth’s desires, Biden’s trusting guide.
Destitute, such perjury, failing truths denied.
Every savior’s fittest outrage, properly in stride;
Democrats’ recovered oaths, more excused, they chide.