Twas the final round
The shiny white teeth of the contestants
Tripping over weasel words
As tongues danced with promises
Of a better tomorrow
But, seriously
What could THEY do?
A bouquet for the winner
A VIP pass for the loser
A new standard for the art
And everybody wins
Contestant one is young,
He's also black
Got some sorta charm to him
Contestant two is pale and old
A bitch VP nobody likes
I don't think he's got his priorities straight
Hell, the Pageant is over
Mr. Obama takes the lead by
Quite a landslide
It's all whose got the biggest words
In this national popularity contest
Author notes
I wasn't going to originally release this because I didn't like it. When I found "sharepoetry", with the proclamation of a far more critical environment than that group of cliques and "incestuous family poem breeders" over at AllPoetry, I decided why not give it a chance to, y'know, get some helpful criticism to turn this piece of shit better.
I make it a point that, because this site is about critique, I will partake in critiquing any poets who at least leave a semi-helpful comment on this and anything else I post.
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