It is 56 and overcast here-gloomy but at least not cold-
Hillary’s planned coronation
That she regards as her right
Might just be going kerflooey
As the race she’s in gets tight
For the Roman mob of democrats
It’s about the one who panders-
And no matter how Hillary tries
Those at the trough hear Sanders
Promising the bread and circuses
That can hold that mob in thrall-
Few would work in Bernie’s world
There is no way to pay for it all...
It’s a bitter cold wind here, but no snow to shovel.