US of A Presidential Primaries - 2015/2016

This poem is absolutely non-partisan. None in this has not now and has not previously been reported and saturated over the media. Most lines are repeats from the news. I just put them together rhymed with a little twist and a sprinkling of spice. A great zarzuela has unfolded before us. And surely will be continuing in the next four or eight years.  Written May 2016.
Picture shot down in Bourbon Street New Orleans, a Trump sighting during week of Halloween.

A Beautiful Country

               Paradise?

Rapists drug dealers murderers
Opening salvo no one knows
The next offerings one wonders
Dead on arrival pundits go

He turns lead into gold resurrects the dead
Loud mouth on and on he insults
Bimbos lacking straight plumbed heads
He can kill gets away creates a cult

Sixteen from all angles he evens
One by one they fell most states he got
One twenty three and seven
All he needs standing alone by mere gut

One twenty three and seven
Over the top it came plenty more to come
Amidst nonstop scorns on crooked woman
Texting and screaming scared to be on the lam

Forked tongue spewing red chili raves
Wall got higher pinatas in rallies
Red white and green flag waves
“We never hate We hate bullies”

One twenty three seven
Over the top it came plenty more to come
Sixteen from all angles fell as even
More states warming they become

No never this dirt
Putin friend!
Not this black and brown shirt
Women fiend!

Alas to Caesar what is Caesar’s
God God’s
Politics is politics yes sir
Suckers cads

One twenty three seven
Over the top it came plenty more to come
Sixteen from all angles fell as even
More believers warming they become

“We’re stronger together
  A future to believe in”
As the red and blue gather
“We will make America great again”.

©NDRMay 30, 2016