Poemdog Politics

We are all aware of the season Politicians give us good reason To be happy we still have choices And bark in our hunting dog voices This year is like the rest All from different nests Somewhat similar attacks Groupie pundits pushin' the pack Donning my helpful glasses Suddenly nothing but asses In their eyes they see perfection "I'm stoked about this election!" "The Donald,"what can you say A billionaire's ass on display He eats with a golden spoon While immigrants clean his room "Let's put up a wall" Charge admittance to my shopping mall Take a part of the gate And be richer when I skate On the trail of old Ted Cruz A poet's first thought is lose But things from Texas grow bigger Including the size of their chiggers I digress, I'll drop the sarcasm Before my bowels have a spasm Ol poemdog says this trails cold He's under 30% in the polls A synonym of donkey is ass Below Hillary's I see brass Most likely a federal criminal Wearing pant suits is so seminal But ol Bill is her advisor Which makes her none the wiser Ol poemdog just won't tell Exactly what he smells Now ol Bernie he smells fresh But honestly he won't mesh If I follow the trail of this scent I can live off of the government If I wanted to live socialistic I'd give the realm another statistic I guess fresh would be the right word Ol Bernie smells like a turd Well Ol poemdog loves a chase And I'm at the tail of this race The smells affecting my vision Another crappy decision an original poem by the "Poemdog"