Morning, Slip-
The party of delusional 'rats
Is collectively depressed-
That their poodle would be defeated
They never would have guessed
That their self absorbed solipsism
Caused this to come to pass
Is a truth they would see plainly if
They'd remove their head from their a**
They realize they must make changes
If their party's relevance is to be seen
So they contemplate more relevant leadership-
Under screamin' Howard Dean
I've got a long drive to a jobsite in heavy fog today-back later...
Wonderful poem! A++++ for you!
Good one, T5!