"Oh man come on" as Howlin' Wolf once said
You can't be even close to being real
"Compared to what?" will not put this to bed
Nor will your precious standing in the field
As Bachmann spoke of vaccinations' harm
Cain's voltage turned toward neighbors to the south
Newt's Freddie Mac funds, pocketed, still warm
You never even opened up your mouth
Say anything you must to reach your quest
Or better yet say nothing you'll regret
As others flame, you'll pass their simplest test
You're not Barack Obama, that they'll vet
No matter what the grooming tools you use
You leave me with the Just Like Dick Clark's Blues

Salon.com
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(I appreciate the cogent analysis in your latest post.)