‘Twas the day of election, when all through the places, Everyone was voting, even those with stasis; Booths were set up by the doors with care,
Wondering if St. Donald would soon be there. Mama cast her vote, and I as well, And we settled ourselves for an evening of hell.
When outside the polling there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my voting to see what was the matter. Away to the door I flew like a flash, Bolted out of the building, and saw all the trash. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a bevy of clansmen, with bats and a jeer, More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name: “Now! Adolf, now! Joseph, now! Hermann, and Franco, “On! Heinrich, on! Albert, on! Martin and Benito; “To the top of the capitol! to the top of the wall! “Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!” As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the polling the fascists they flew, With a plane full of epithets - and St. Donald too: And then in a twinkling, I heard on the grass The breaking and shattering of broken glass.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Through the door St. Donald came in with a bound: He was dress’d in Brioni, from his head to his foot, But his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot; A bundle of lawsuits was flung on his back, And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack: His eyes - how they squinted! his dimples how hairy, His cheeks were like oranges, his nose very scary; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the drool on his chin was as white as the snow; He had a broad face, and a prominent belly That shook when he insulted, like a bowl full of jelly: He was chubby and plump, a jolly old fascist, And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of his rashness; But a wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had everything to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And smashed all the voting machines; then turn’d with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose And giving a nod, away from the polling he rose. He sprung to his plane, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew, leaving nothing but gristle: But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight- Happy voting to all, but democracy ends tonight.
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