The horse race toward the White House has begun

It’s a horse race among elephants.
They’re lining up to run.
It won’t be fast or pretty as we’ll see.
Those lumbering contenders
who will jockey for the lead
will find the track too narrow to run free. 

The Dumbo ride at Disneyland
seems less a circus act
than all these elephants within the gate.
The Grand Old Party carny ride
must make Ms. Clinton smile.
This is the part of politics I hate.

I really wish the means by which
we choose each party’s choice
was not the beauty pageant that it is.
The 18 months before we vote
is such an ugly grind,
the champagne toast (once poured) won’t have much fizz.