Poem- "Both American Parties"

Both American Parties

There’s federal grass that booms the White House in liberal amounts,

Yet funny bones upon angled jaws show sermons on two mounts:

Rotating mules on celestial degree to present tremors,

Cyprus dwarves by local arts to steal cattle of wild emmers;

Americans call them Democrats and Republicans now,

So dancing teams call names with bad words in less musical pow;

U.S.A. politicians are crayons off dynamic range,

With vital foes on currency to simple minds pitching change:

Bill Clinton knows hard jazz on solo beat to play his rich golf,

As Trump mixes up hot prejudice like Japan’s Deer Rudolph;

Our blessed hat contains these numerical votes for acceptance,

Through avenues of thought which repair us by more susceptance.

*Unlike my dad, I don’t lose my mind on politics; I just relate metaphors to cultures.  There’s more than one world on this planet and that fact must be respected.  Did I mention two parties?  “Susceptance” in mathematics is an imaginary part of admittance, which means in plain English that it is the imaginary ways of measuring something.  Isn’t politics a genre of pure imagination?  People have lots of imaginary ways of measuring all sorts of things.