It’s Obvious

It’s obvious he thought he’d never win.
He tossed a clown hat at us to begin,
and aimed for national publicity
without a clue to what the job would be.
He played a game in which he had no skin.

He cannot solve a problem, but he’ll spin
repeated lies ad lib, with nasty grin
and no intelligence or strategy.
It’s obvious.

He will not work. He will not read. The din
is empty noise and so it’s ever been.
We can’t allow him any legacy,
except for record-breaking calumny
and failure to surmount his origin.
It’s obvious.

(Rondeau)

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