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Said Tweedle Dum to Tweedle Dee, “It’s time for the election.”
In Yankee land, where simple folk must make their dim selection,
As which of us, though even we, can’t tell one from another,
Is least detested in some way, less rotten than his brother,
Said Tweedle Dum “I lied and lied and lied and lied for war.”
Said Tweedle Dee “I did that too, and many years before.”
Said Tweedle Dum: “The Constitution, why I tore it up and pulped it,
Then cried aloud of freedom from the White House and the pulpit.”
“That’s nothing.” Said his brother with a supercilious look,
“I used it for my toilet, then shat on the holy book.”
“While all the while declaring my belief in Christian Lore,
As I murdered Muslims by the ton, and Christians by the score.”

So brother, does it matter, each will get his turn to reign,
Since the public see no option but to vote one out again,
And we are sure, as anyone can ever certain be,
That as you more abuse them, in return they vote for me.
While I, shall always help to make things worse, and worse, so properly,
The simpletons will never dare to challenge our monopoly.
For, since, each time the public, learns to hate each party brother,
It never gains the commonsense to form a party other.

© John Bayldon 07 Nov 2006