Atop Mount Parnassus they believe they stride their faith in pseudo morals and ethics in which they abide Democrats and liberals spend their day In sighing and dismay.
These days they feel their sun doth never shine, but no modus vivendi they opine
On their language 'deplorables bigots racist' they pitch their camp
more redolent of the kennel or gutter than the studious lamp
Yet dangerous is their offence akin to media, judiciary and professoriat who mislead our sense
Lowing like cattle on their negation of power while under his feet of clay they cower
as they offer oblations to Barack Obama, that master of the graceful side step drama
In trackless wilderness they tramp subdued by circumstance perchance
From across the street they loud hailer you as they chase chance anew
Now with Trump it is eternal winter while under Obama he would not deign to move his sphincter
with saintly simplicities they sigh forlorn
that now their path is filled with thorns
with Reagan and Bush they feel they have been burned before
and wonder how such things can occur on America's shore
Yet Folly is an endless mazetheir righteous morals have them in a daze
and Tangled roots perplex their ways Appeals to go not beyond their depth are made for in their despair is folly laid
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