When nothing comes from nothing as is told
And zero equals everything plus none
The candidates begin to grow quite old
While there remains, not twelve but only one;
So virtual leaders now at last emerge,
And virtually no one can believe
That enigmatic prophets live to urge
The innocent and guilty to relieve
Their misery through pixels on a screen.
The hour now is tantalizing near,
As man grows closer to his E-machine
With one last gasp and one last sip of beer,
He is reduced to eating chocolate cake
The victory is his alone to take.
# # # by anonymous supporter