2008 Selwyn Duke
pundits were writing Plastic Lady's epitaph,
to lines going down on a graph.
had a bad finish out west a little ways;
socialist Utopians, it was the end of days.
the acting lessons were to no avail,
it reached a point where she wanted to wail.
a reporter's question evoked some self-pity.
would she react? It might not be
spoke of fear for country and how much she cares.
acolytes looked on, she could feel the stares.
she thought of her future, fancying it brief;
was being robbed of her birthright, by Obama, that thief!
felt the only emotion that within her existed:
for herself. Her eyes became misted.
of Obama, the man of her fears,
found some salvation in crocodile tears.
lemmings were snookered; she seemed so real.
finally could combat Obama's appeal.
the commentators and their polls,
rallied her base of malcontent trolls.
that too demeaning? What do you say?
kind of people change votes in one day?
thinking Plastic Lady bona fide,
because she acted and cried.
it really better than an eighth-grade audition,
callow deception in the service of ambition?
the efforts of a demagogue only third-rate,
some hapless souls into a passionate state.
that's America in this modern age,
toward her demise, perhaps the last stage.
just proves one thing, as to the left we do swerve.
Ol' Thomas was right: We get the government we deserve.
Selwyn Duke is a freelance writer out or Larchmont, NY. He has written for various publications including: IntellectualConservative.com, AmericanThinker.com and is a regular columnist for RenewAmerica.us.