Famous Last Words: The Democratic Candidate
- amolosh
- Apr 7
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 12
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet ’t is early morn:
Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn.
—Tennyson, “Locksley Hall” (1835)
They left them there—but never called them, early or late, upon the morn;
for them no trumpet-sounding summoned,
who’d slickly offered to conform.
They could have spun spondaic meter,
but lacked the needed scanning time,
and, finally, could not be bothered,
as long as things could kinda rhyme.
’T was the world, the funny old one they had cherished in their youth,
long, long ago—before they learned the poxy truth:
You can’t win if short of money—a stash of cash is present proof!
The fix is in! It's senseless holding your own stupid self aloof!
Tuesday, April 8, 2025
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