Proof of Electorate Insanity

I read once
That one definition of madness
Is the doing of something
Over and over
Exactly the same
And still expecting a different result

Doc! I just don’t understand it!
It was a million to one shot!
Every time I hit myself right there
It hurts like crazy

Then in a few minutes
I’ll do it again
And it hurts just the same!
My gosh, whatever could be wrong with me

The doctor will turn to you with sad grey eyes
And solemnly tell you to stop doing that

That will be $50 dollars
Next!

So this year
We’ll elect ourselves a President
There’s a good chance it will be a Republican
If not this time
Then give it four years
But the elephant will enter the oval room

Then we’ll be displeased with the elephant
We’ll drive him out with a shout
Throwing things at him
Which are elegantly intercepted
By the Secret Service
No harm should come
To the figurehead
Of a government

Gotta save his face
And look pretty

Then we’ll usher in the donkey
Even though it shits on the carpets
And brays to hurt our ears
Which we’ll soon tire of
And invite the elephant back again

But the elephant poops all over too
Making an equally awful
But unique to him
Mess for everyone to clean up

Suddenly the donkey doesn’t seem so bad
Until we drag his ass back in
And we remember what pissed us off last time
About his all too long visit to Pennsylvania Ave

And so we go
This time with the donkey
The next with the elephant
Sometimes bringing in a different elephant or donkey

But always expecting it to be different this time
Over and over
Elephant
Donkey
Donkey
Elephant

It’s madness don’t you see?
The doctor would look at you
And tell you to stop doing that
Then charge you fifty bucks