i'll give it a try:

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Miracle & Wonderbread

In a large container

full of compromised

& aptly-realigned gray

fatrats, place four ashen-

colored rats of decency

& standuplitude:  see

who gets eaten. 

Give the ashen rats time,

at least three will turn gray

and join the others @

the dinner table. 

Poor metaphor, maybe,

but if  HRC  is the sign of

the times…and she caved on

healthcare with her oh so woeful

& hampered dollar-sign-eyes o

sure compromise, then there

ain’t no two parties, pal.

How can anyone believe that anymore?

The battle of words keep us twisted. 

..There’s only that one big trident

bologna honed in on the public

poop shoot; ...the flocculent &

veloscillating, glad greenback-leaning, 

whorehouse wienie for the moot advancement

of some snobbish me, me, my, my, now, now

blueprint for amassed opulence & fuckutude

&, while oil may be our nation’s

rallying call, there ain’t no lubricant

within reach for the dumbed-down and

backslid, bent over the banister and

tormented, good lovin,  fear chuggin,

…mighty  morose  beguilers of our

kinder, gentler, sort of shaky,

rapt machine gun hands.

Peace.