When nothing comes from nothing as is told

And zero equals everything plus none

The candidates begin to grow quite old

While there remains, not twelve but only one;

So virtual leaders now at last emerge,

And virtually no one can believe

That enigmatic prophets live to urge

The innocent and guilty to relieve

Their misery through pixels on a screen.

The hour now is tantalizing near,

As man grows closer to his E-machine

With one last gasp and one last sip of beer,

He is reduced to eating chocolate cake

The victory is his alone to take.

# # # by anonymous supporter