The Leecher

Let me tell you the story of Donnie the Leecher
He is a high stakes play for keepster
Sign a contract with him and you take your chances
You may never get paid, and you'll lose all your pantses.

At casinos and hotels and at other venues
You do the work but your payment just ain't on the menus.
"Vote for me, I can fix it," he keeps on a-chanting
So run for the exit before you start panting.

He talks a big game, but in the final analysis
His big business ventures wind up in paralysis.
"He's a genius," his devotees sing as they cry out,
"Vote for him, he can fix it," while taking his money out.

"Pay my taxes? I do," he claims without evidence
But avoidance is better, he says with a vengeance.
He gets off scot-free by using big loopholes.
"That's 'cause I'm smart," and hiding the dupe holes.

He runs up a bill for his many big ventures
And when they go bust, he'll just sharpen his dentures
He'll take out his bite, while the company flounders
Then say, "Not my fault, all you miserable bounders,

"It's my wallet that counts, not your small-timer paycheck.
"Vote for me anyway, it's not a stacked deck.
"It's just good business, which I'm always good at
"And I never lose, not like a poor Democrat.

"If I ever do, it's 'cause the deal's rigged
"But I'm getting bigger, and bigger and bigged."
What's that you say, this sounds like a sickness?
That may be so, but given the thickness


Of our Constitution, we'll survive with alacrity
Despite all the vitriol and childish mendacity.
Just keep on hoping, when the big vote comes in
'Twill be someone else, not braggadocious him.