Compromat

Swiftly does the flesh retire
To chambers new and soft;

Boldly die the lives of others,

Baldly dye the lies of others,

On tomes of good and bad;

So radio hosts of talking hate

Can rot the brains of

People called for more.

Sad the sin of waste:

Wasted knowledge,

Wasted resources,

Wasted opportunities,

Wasted nature, and

Wasted apologies.

Wasted wisdom,

And, worse than pride:
Lazy, comfortable hate.

This is what our nation,
This is what I
Was capable of.