• Bernie Sanders hatched a scheme
  to rant an old progressive theme.
  He left the greening mountain heights
  to bellow forth for Social Rights
  descending to our nation's valleys
  milking the faithful at his rallies.
  Mr. Sanders sold the farm,
  sounded socialist alarm;
  Trading professorial tweeds
  for bloviating human needs.
  He set the lefties all a-twitter
  bartering the sweet for bitter.
  He glared through academic glasses
  at the doubtful working classes
  wondering why they failed to note
  just why and how they ought to vote.
  Sanders patched up race-relations
  fixing holes with reparations,
  working up his magic wonder:
  horsey voice of righteous thunder
  till the clouds hung heavy and gray
  portent of a darker day...
  Warming up leftover Hope
  he spared no change for hangman's rope,
  sputtering on, he blew a gasket
  redistributing our basket
  scolding, bellowing, pumping fist
  and waving fingers from the wrist
  like politburo retro-chic
  a tousled old white-headed freak.

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