Cross fruited plains the wind doth blow
Though it seems we’ve lost our way.
When it will stop no one can know,
But it’s unlikely on that November day.
Our founders could not have foreseen the show
We see all around the clock.
Trump and Clinton round and round they go
For neither election’s a lock.
For one the issues seem no value to hold,
The other is wonky and stiff.
The first is cocky or so he’s been told,
Second each victory’s a gift
What have we done to get to this point, I really don’t know what to say.
This election is one that’s sure to disappoint, for the ones that don’t get their way.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~