How deep, then
can any infamy go
before you admit you
chucked your soul
right out the window?
And any upward
gentle draft of
your future sailings?
In the rearview mirror's aft,
amid frantic emailings of
your dire fundraising,
The crazing of your
support, sport,
is that you came up short
in figuring out why you were
supposed to box with the world
whilst hitting yourself in the face.
And yet you don't bear disgrace from
these my humble lines--
they describe too many politicians,
all too many times.
But I'll blow up your spot
by rhyming you out
for how you shot
your shot.
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