This poem, which I came across today while searching dusty virtual files, was published 13 Sept. 2000, when I was a columnist for The Morrock News Digest. The U.S. was in the midst of a presidential campaign.
The last stanza may have something to say about this year’s campaign.
Presidential campaigns seem to be the place for the stoking and dashing of hopes.
Before the Tube in hope I sat
To see the latest fad;
I failed to catch the fateful “rat”
That flashed through George’s ad.
The Veep resolved to moan and gloat
At such a devious gore;
I shield my undecided vote
For fear of learning more.
What worries me is not the phrase
I cannot see nor hear;
I’m bothered more by empty brays
Repeated year to year.