“Have at Thee!” – the Avant-Gardist alarum’d with tongue of fire;
threatens Thee to change – adopt – or tariffs will go higher.
And on many an’other fronts, disturbs all shopworn brabble,
inter’upts th’ endless twattlin’, caus’eth Thee to scramble.
Exhaustive goals seem to be, set each upon the gad;
but dost Thou as other prey have found? – soon Thee will be had!
For ’tis a straight and simple sleight, each threat a spot to start.
Whence will th’ untaught learn’eth, wheelin’-dealin’ is an art?
But doubters query why we be hexed with flighty trumpery;
why disrupt and snarl it all? – and so ruthlessly?
Its thugs and thieves amidst th’ masses fr’m our open borders,
ignore the laws, thus we knaves and daws, lived in want of order.
Then ther’s th’ Prince who doth believe’th, he’s a fair y’ung maiden
and in the test of str’ngth he wins, his vict’ry glib and craven.
And unions reign’d o’er th’ parents, the off-spring pay th’ price.
And yank the plug on fossil fuels, only EVs will suffice.
And foreign foul-ups take th’ trophy – consider Abby Gate –
releasing prisoners and stranded weapons – give rise to tragic fates.
Ah’ we wast stonkered – hath heaved the gorge!! We curs’d uncommon sense!!
With our elected Avant-Gardist – we seek our recompense.
(The Random Poet:02092025
therandompoet.com)