Ballot ’16

The Bully barks in orange glow
Stuns the weak ones row on row
His politics are of a piece
He burps up sheep and dabs with fleece

The Bubble’s head turns right or left
Dependent on the donors’ heft
Her policies perch on a vane
And all her answers, Puddentaine

For the Ballot fair and blank
We rightly have forebears to thank
For this Ballot Hall of Shame
We’ve left only ourselves to blame