Donald, our dangerous Dionysian jester, drunk with folly.
Hillary, hopelessly Apollonian, sober with facts.
Will his Maenads, the raving ones, dance us off a cliff?
Can he, muzzled to script, not put us to sleep?
He of the lunatic moon, immediate, aural, starved for applause.
She of solar light, illumination, substance, studied, weighing words.
He, loose-tongued says he didn’t say what he said for five years.
She of the page cannot know the art of the blurt.
He, amorphous, slippery, fabricates and denies.
She, Euclidian of postulates and proofs.
He of inference and innuendo.
She, literal stuck in parenthesis.
He with a militia of deplorables
She weighted with unfavorables.
He, all blabber & bluster, fear & loathing.
She, our stay against chaos and incoherence.
Is he an ignoramus, a fraud or certifiably delusional?
Is she untrustworthy, unlikable or victim of misogyny?
We have met our archetypes.