Morning flinched as the world, the second tree,
Ate the daughters who played soldier
And shuddered when the strongest ship
Pulled up anchor and fled
The Public Policy Polling game.
There was a figure in the dark;
It eyed the flier with frustration.
In the porch light, a colorful carpenter
Made an assassination of President
Out of Mr. Trump, the second Kennedy.
But every time Mr. Trump felt ugly
He returned to the mountain
Where he nailed a man’s hands to the earth
And trembled with joy.
Most of his Muslims in New Jersey
And people increasingly leaning to the primaries
Were with conservatives who enjoy the delicious food.
Voters decided by cheating analysis and graphics
Related to a coffee mug viewed favorably
By the Los Angeles Times.
They would raise their eyes to God,
A keepsake of policy politics.