Of Muddlers and Meddlers, What can be told about rumors that grow, Of truths now sold and bushes that rove, Time is best spent justifying means, For this is the game or so it seems, Of muddlers and meddlers for truths obscured, Oft-times require the lines to be blurred, For shadows of doubt to thrive and exist, Hidden are rules given a tweak or a twist… By majority proxy power resides, Through obfuscation voting decides, Who shall wear the temporary crown, When careful rumors and confusion abound? Oh perpetrators of treachery, tricks and deceit, Your lies add doubt and insult...