Perhaps themselves They have to Blame,
Politicians by a Name.
Vows for Votes they Hope to Git,
some Might call it Pure Bull S—t!
Take Away the Urge to Lie,
Negate the Need to even Try.
Accumulate Bull by the Pound,
tally Up how Does that Sound?
Throw out Rallies – wasteful Ads,
keep the Goods – Toss out the Bads.
Who gets the Most is the proud Owner,
brings New meaning to a Donor.
A time Limit should be Set,
a Deadline most surely Met.
The largest Pile of Bull will Win,
glorious S—t Eatin’ Grin.
Of course There must be basic Rules,
from Doggy Poop to Dung of Mules.
only From the U.S.A.,
no Imports for Scales to Sway.
Election Day the Truth is Shown,
a Turnout not Overblown.
No Pot Shots – no Need for Swears,
the Winner’s B.S. proudly Wears.