Negative Charge

So you’re wanting my vote—well, you sent me a note
(Ev’ry post brings a sizeable crop).
It ran seven pages and listed eight rages,
From the mild, to the over-the-top.

"He’s been on the take" "She's a cheap rotten fake"
"Years ago he once groped a young honey."
And the bitterest bane of this crappy campaign?
"Help me hamper this creep, send some money."

You do flail at your foes with a scandalous hose
'Cause they’re dirty, and piggish, and evil.
That’s quite clear enough from the unpleasant stuff
One can read in a Lex-Nex retrieval.

For the pandering Press is a piece of this mess
As they hammer their "realization"
That each rum candidate on the 'enemy' slate
Is a hazard to civilization.

It is more than suspected you fear a rejected
Campaign if your plan is specific.
So you roll out the rant, disrespectable cant,
And your use of reproach is prolific.

A positioning paper, not "Aaack! he's raper,"
Is what we would rather be reading.
As a bold power seeker, at bottom you're weaker
To peddle ad-hominum screeding.

We don't really care if she's got purple hair,
If he cross-dressed, or tweaked Hitler's bum.
Is your foe a puff-adder? It don’t really matter;
From constant bombardment, we’re numb.

So you're wanting my vote? Then bold candidate, note;
If you'd honor the task, get a clue.
Don’t yammer and squeal rather, plainly reveal
What it is that you’re wanting to DO!

   posted by Stephen at 3:58 PM | Plink