the screed seen here blesses
the sweet, the meek, the gentle,
the serene. let eyes ensembled
peep the news sheets: ere
december descends, we'll elect
the next pres, reps, etc. when
we welter, cede the wheel,
we let greed-questers enter
(well-dressed jerks!). they send
themselves the green we need,
help themselves fleece the sheep
we be. we're the perfect prey!
the press sleeps the sleep we
deserve, then bleeds berserk
text between celeb tweets. we'd
best reject the mess, steer
the fleet between these repellent
hells. veer! swerve! reverse!
here's the pledge: we'll expect
better press. elect the decent
men, the keenest shes. revere
sense. never feed spleen lest
we weep endless weeks, red-
eyed, bereft. let excellent pens
represent the experts' ken, help
peeps remember key elements.
let's select well. we'll revel yet.