Can The Worm From The Bud Sudden Vanish? - Parody Algernon Swinburne - Dolores Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Where cash reasons not rhymes one would seize on
where interest not principles pays,
there brash fees feed the fire as the season
from 'spring' through the 'fall' counts the days.
Once smoke signals were seen as a message
of tribal support, - burning Bush
blanket censorship smoke-screens are presage
of threat too intense.

From 'Hi, Jack' to highjack progressing
to high-jump where Press spills the beans -
'de lay' of the land - dispossessing
alternative options and schemes.
When the shit hits the fans all expressing
embarrassment shuffle their teams,
pretense make withholding their blessing
from former intents.

Will the scandal House cleaning empower,
will the mid-term bid firm for reform?
or knight's armour be burnished an hour
tainted Senators riding the storm?
Will with fervish and fervour folks banish
their cancerous caucus's norm,
will the worm from the bud sudden vanish
with fine sentiments?

For pork-barrel measures some hanker,
as politic platitudes please,
while they plunder play pleasant, say 'thank you'
pre-empting folks' earnings with ease.
Don't complain, they'll explain, in terms franker
than frank, masking hidden disease, -
but I'd rather believe in a banker
with illigimate bents.

Against avian flu must the lame-duck
chained president try to contend,
lacking overall plan and the game luck
conservatives need to befriend
open minded intelligence, - bloodsuck-
ers who would power extend -
who remains who's unstained, and untamed, - pluck
which never relents?