Alas, it’s come to this for Pimp-Hat Cain,
That would-be president. His handlers groan—
Beset, no doubt, with angst, with writhing pain
Inflamed by that unleashed testosterone.
Forget ideas, forget his 9-9-9,
Forget those cash-cow Kochs—udder brudders—
Forget the comical pro-life-choice whine,
Forget the ignorance impelling shudders.
But it’s all wrong to bring him down for sex.
Our POTUS must display testosterone.
Consider: FDR, JFK, vexed
By stress, fought back, revealed a stiff backbone.
Defeat him, yes! But not for stupid sex,
Defeat him for his murky intellect!
(11/13/11)