Politics As Usual Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

We set sail before first light
cargo holds filled with tons
of stuff scribbled by fools
and hacks beholden
to the candidate!

Our bearded captain paced
the quarterdeck with evil eye
on the lookout for those of us
who can tell a tale without fail
to please the discriminating
readers in the crew!

The chief engineer and his lot
deep in the infernal bowels
of the ship cursed and fed
the roaring fires with fuel
provided by failed poets
and hangers-on!