Election Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Ye Gods have been too kind,
the geezer failed his flock,
the people are not blind
they recognise a crock.

America will flourish
without the crooks in charge,
give, that they feed and nourish
the nation and its sarge.

The bums who make their riches
by squeezing others hard
now littering the ditches
and crying out for lard.

No nation needs to wonder
about philosophy,
if in its wild blue yonder
the people are not free.

What are we, if not felons
by taking neighbours' wealth,
let them eat watermelons
while we subscribe to stealth.

America, the giant
so sick from head to toe,
yet, feebly, still defiant
await your fatal blow.

You cannot live by killing
or taking more and more,
a decent man is willing
to be ambassador

to those who may be ailing
and people down on luck,
society's smooth sailing
does not adore the buck.

So, yes we choose the nigger
as some of you would say,
he'll make us ever bigger
encourage us to pray.

Let's stop the exploitation
the dog-eat-dog disgrace,
let us restore this nation
back to its rightful place.