The Race: GOP Presidential Debate #10A Poem by Bob BThe racers are now rounding the curve With minds focused on a finish line. Not a lot has occurred since Their last go around: debate number nine. Wiping off the dust from his ego, Jeb Bush drops from the race. Despite his overwhelming efforts, The guy just can't keep up with the pace. Kasich scoots along hoping That somehow he'll get a burst of speed. Carson couldn't sprint if he tried; He's always lost in the mad stampede. Trump, Rubio, and Cruz stay ahead, Each one hoping the others will trip. Name calling becomes their tactic. Cheating, or merely gamesmanship? Trump calls Cruz a basket case And liar; however, Cruz fights back. He and Rubio unite--sort of-- Against Donald Trump, who's under attack. Running madly, Cruz yells out "Religious liberty!" which in summation Amounts to being a sneaky way To justify discrimination. Rubio, son of immigrant parents, Smugly pretends he knows what's best For immigrants. While his family’s been lucky, He COULDN'T care LESS about the rest. Trump surprisingly keeps advancing With a vague gait that borders on scary. Don’t even try to ask for specifics-- That's NOT in his vocabulary. Huffing and puffing the racers move onward, Barely able to catch their breath. Cruz calls Trump a closet liberal, Which to Cruz is worse than death. Until they've run their final lap We won't know how this all plays out. Running a race in politics Is crazy--and THAT'S without a doubt. (2-26-16) © 2016 Bob B |
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