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The clock ticks down and soon the clown

Will meet his fate. The ship of state

Will need a smudge to clean the sludge,

A coat of paint to null the taint,

An exorcist to round the list

And tighter rules so future fools

Cannot repeat his loathsome feat.

No passing year will see such cheer

His fate is made; he soon will fade

Into the mist; he won’t be missed.

Tim Konrad                                                                  December 29, 2020