Las Vegas Debate

Las Vegas Debate

A Poem by Bob B

Easterners had to stay up late

To watch the Democratic debate

In Vegas, but we out here in the West

Tuned in early to watch the slugfest.

 

'Twas bound to happen, but oh, my God:

What a circular firing squad!

Right from the start, the hell raising

Debaters entered with all guns blazing.

 

Warren attacked Bloomberg with force

For purchasing the election, of course.

Then she attacked the others as well,

Going for the throat and giving them hell.

 

Amy and Pete, the Midwestern neighbors

Went toe to toe and brandished their sabers.

Biden was stronger this time, but again

He sounded like one of the twelve angry men.

 

Bernie, well, Bernie is always the same.

He tosses his daggers and shrugs off the blame.

He holds on tight to the aspiration

Of later securing the nomination.

 

Though Bloomberg indeed has bundles of money,

His boring demeanor is far from sunny.

As a debater, he didn't seem ready

And came off sounding weak and unsteady.

 

The moderators' questions were not

So wonderful and needed more thought.

The six debaters were fine on the whole,

Although at times they were out of control.

 

To separate the wheat from the chaff

Is crucial, and sometimes it's good to laugh.

Though some have expressed the apprehension

That we'll end up with a brokered convention,

 

Whatever happens, we will survive,

And may our final candidate thrive!

What's most important is that we can dump

The current president--Donald J. Trump.

 

-by Bob B (2-20-20)

© 2020 Bob B


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