A Harlem hoodlum, (albeit respectable)...

ready for night time in bedlam

after swallowing me favorite dram,

cuz reasonable rhyme resembles flimflam.

Whiling away his time playing solitaire...

initially prepped, honed, and crafted

November second two thousand and twenty

slightly tweaked February nineteenth
two thousand twenty two.

Then with less than twenty four hours

(today 23,760 hours

until November fifth 2022)

harkening, heralding or (worse case scenario)

hindering the 2024 presidential election,

I trumpet mounting tension and suspense,

whereby anticipation hangs

analogous to sword of Damocles

precariously looms - casting dark shadow

across the webbed wide world.

While safely ensconced in his man cave

yours truly snug as a bug in a rug

quite aware the geopolitical stakes grave

speculating whether I will be forced to sell lave

over a hot stove to earn me keep

attending tsoris of missus rant and rave,

especially if social security stripped away.

Should the Republican incumbent

clinch the nomination again
courtesy voter disenfranchisement,

hooligans threatening violence,

spewing conspiracy theories,

or other sleazy maneuvers,

the country most definitely

headed toward perdition

condemning everyone minus super rich

to live as basket of deplorables

scrounging for measly scraps.

Figurative screws tightened

upon scuttled constitutional birthrights,

while commander in chief forty five

arrogantly dons totalitarian mantle

still crying foul,

and insisting (née trumpeting)

Democrats rigged polling machines

exuding Grinchian grin

issuing one after another bromide

battleax and henchmen forthwith decide

peace on Earth and

good will toward men/women

making travesty founding fathers/mothers

pledge guaranteeing inalienable rights

subsequently sacred documents falsified

instituting instead corporal punishment,

whereby armed militia ordered

to smoke out where traitor sought to hide.

Indeed nothing like good n plenti

healthy dose of mayhem to roil

time tested democracy methinks

Thomas Jefferson would approve

of said message, yet no doubt stupefied

at how fledgling United States

matured into plutocracy

incorporating bajillion dollar campaign cost.

Blitzkrieg advertisements inundate airwaves

mudslinging contestants unethically behaves

how aging long haired pencil necked geek craves

idealistic civil plebeians versus patricians

lovely bones of interred forefathers

within weathered tombstones graves

plucked burial sites souvenirs stolen by knaves.

Best advice to ye dear reader rabbit

hunker down into bunker till end of time

keep yourself busy writing one or another rhyme,

cuz some future archeologist will discover

visa a vis profound wordsmith whose sublime

abilities necessitate special skill decoding

mysterious symbols courtesy algorithm prime

transmitted across bandwidth,

now where flourishes cyber crime.