"Send $5 To A Democrat", a poetic plea to people on the right.

Send $5 To A Democrat [Part 2 of my Sen. Bennet Trilogy]

An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

INTRO

I got a text from a woman named Molly,

From Senator Michael Bennet's campaign.

Saying that, with help from me, by golly,

Next year we will uncork the champagne.

I had to pass, though I did praise her.

But it got me thinking about our plight.

I could be the senator's top fundraiser.

Through this appeal to voters on the Right...

It's time to send five dollars to a democrat.

VERSE 1

In the presidential election,

You went with a jerk of renown.

Then had the nerve to claim,

That Democrats made you do it.

Your search for new direction,

Gave Cruz and Kasich a thumbs down.

The New York Ham you ordered came,

Now, sadly, we all have to chew it.

VERSE 2

You feel that electing Bernie,

An admitted socialist Jew,

Could incite upheaval in Trumps 'base'.

So let's talk about next year's conventions.

I'm telling you, quite sternly,

There's something that you need to do.

Pick who's the lesser evil in the Dem's race.

Then help pave their way to Wisconsin,

By donating five dollars to their campaign.

CHORUS

Since the MAGA crowd never voices,

Objections to tweets Trump is sharin'.

Your typical primary choices,

Will likely abstain from a fool's errand.

So there's only one way to call it.

If you are truly tired of insane.

Reach down deep into your wallet.

Grab a credit card that bears your name,

And send $5 to a Democrat.

BRIDGE

Given sanity has been suspended.

Let's think outside the box for awhile.

Statesmen have often recommended,

We extend a warm hand across the isle.

Go on, support Roy Moore for the Senate.

Share posts by Cold Dead Hands and Breitbart.

Just cough up 5 bucks for Michael Bennet.

Come on, it's up to you to do your part.

CHORUS

Since the MAGA crowd never voices,

Objections to tweets Trump is sharin'.

Your typical primary choices,

Will likely abstain from a fool's errand.

So there's only one way to call it.

If you are truly tired of insane.

Reach down deep into your wallet.

Grab a credit card that bears your name,

And send $5 to a Democrat.

There's a slight chance you might be pestered.

But you best not bring poor Molly to tears.

Do that, and Karma will have you sequestered,

For eternity, with a Warren volunteer.

The End.

Postscript: At the bottom of a few of my earlier works, most notably "The Colocation Center" and "The Las Vegas Strip", I shared a few verses which didn't make the final cut. I call them 'poetic remnants'.

The only such verse I have (worth revealing) from this effort is one inspired by the actions and reactions of our trade war with China:

I left it out primarily to keep the poem short, and because I felt it would require a collusion verse to properly set it up. That would make the poem even longer.