(With apologies to William Butler Yeats)
Churning and churning in the miasmic mire
The Tea Party cannot stand the Moderates;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the GOP;
The Wing-nut tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of common sense is drowned;
The best lack all compassion, while the worst
Are full of fanatic intensity.
Surely another election is at hand;
Surely the GOP will again be canned.
Again be canned!! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of 2016
Troubles the sight: the usual right-wing cant;
A shape with the head of David Koch, the rest an elephant,
A gaze blank and pitiless as a Hun,
Is promoting Guns and God, as usual--
The Grand Old Party led by indignant turds.
The doo-doo drops again but now I know
That several decades of stony sleep
Were vexed to babble by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Washington to be aborted?