Kamala’s Unbroken Melody

Trumping the Dissonance, One Note at a Time​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

                                      In the digital twilight,                         power's echoes wax and wane,
              Kamala rises,                                                                         a breath of fresh air,
                            disrupting narratives,                              shattering the mundane.

There lies Donny,                   a relic of bygone illusions,
                              crushed by his oversized ego's weight,
                                                   whiling away in a Jersey necropolis,
                  a golf motel amidst silent tombs,                                                his fate.

                            Once, he pranced with the ear's grandeur,
                                         a head-diapered clown,                    GOP's bigtop star,
        but Kamala's ascent erodes his claims,                                       as Joe's seismic endorsement
                                                                  raises the bar.

Inside his mind,                                   a cacophonous storm,
                       tweets as cries,                                         "Remember the ear?
                                                  Democracy's hero!"                             Reality whispers,
         "No bullet, just a graze,                                                    Congress holds the purse, my dear."

                                                                    Kamala,         with her warm laughter and jazzy flair,
                                       a presence like Mingus and Ayers,                          harmonies in disarray,
                         while JD Vance,                                 a negative charisma,         casts a shadow,
an anchor on Donny's sinking ship,                                                           promises fade away.

              Space Nazis dissolve,                                        Elon's word a deceptive vapor,
                                            GOP strategists frantic,                 grasping at straws,
                               her cackle a symphony to their disarray,
                                                               Kamala's taste,       a testament to the sublime,   without flaws.

                                        Donny's obsessions,                                              a harsh contrast,
                        a portrait of decline against her rise,
                                                                           the nation watches,      a dance between
                                                laughter and rage,                               truth and lies.

Kamala,                                                      a melody of resilience,
             Donny,                                                                                 the dissonant chord of a fading era,
                                         violins play soft yet piercing,
                                                                                  for the man of past glories,      a final chimera.

                             As the lady of jazz moves forward,                                  unbroken,
                                                                 a new chapter unfolds                in power's twilight,
                                    Kamala's spirit,                                                                  a beacon of hope,
                               in a world where dreams and reality unite.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​