I have to share my find:  The startingly prescience of an American poet laurate.  I found the following stanza in Donald Hall's book of poetry:  White Apples and the Taste of Stone" (Page 170).  The poem was written in 1988 -- 24 years ago!  Does anybody but me see a prophecy of the Romney and Santorum candidacies?

                  "There are ways to get rich.  Find an old corporation.

                    self-insured, with capital reserves.  Borrow

                    to buy.  Then dehire managers, yellow slip maintenance;

                    pay public relations to explain how winter is summer;

                   liquidate reserves and distribute cash in dividends:

                  Get out, sell stock for capital gains, reward the usurer,

                  and look for new plunder -- leaving a mill town devastated,

                  workers idle on the streets, broken equipment, no cash

                  for repair or replacement, no inventory or credit, 

                 Then vote for the candidate who abolishes foodstamps."