thin king

Once there were four gentlemen

They all want to be president

They put up their credentials

They declared their intentions

Alas one did not qualify

His companies not big size

He did have his way and say

Naturally all were blown away

Three who cleared the hurdle

Sat higher up equine saddles

Once they were gentlemen

Appearances benevolent 

Outfits reflect super class

Brown noses attend their ass

Ripples erupt in quiet quarters

Mud oozes into open gutters

Allied institutions joined the fray

People with angst gain sway

Closets alike Pandora's box

Behaviours past visited

Want begets wants

Fight begets fights

Smear begets smear

Dirt begets dirt

Who then stands up clean

Look look but none be seen

The Presidency awaits the Finest Man

Who really deserves that Position then.