I...had a horrible dream

 
I… had a horrible
dream last night…
'bout the Terrible Mr T…

He was getting married…
in a big white church…
to the US Presidency.

The Americas were
in the audience…
as was the rest of the World.

All of us watched
with 'bated breath...
as the spectacle unfurled.

When the preacher asked
if any had reason... why the wedding should not proceed…

Conscience spoke up
from the back of the hall…
and shouted, "He's unfit to lead!"

But Conscience' voice fell
on ears deaf to reason…
and look where that's got us now…

It no longer matters the rhyme or the reason…
We be screwed any old how...