Face It: Elections are Fun

I’d like to see his tax returns; agreed.
I’d like to see Obama’s grades as well.
I’d like to see them fighting, ere the bell
Declares eleven rounds, before they bleed,
Demanding that the judges count again, 
Determining the match.  We all would miss
Elections, in their bloody, vicious, bliss,
The shots of angry faces of the men
We’re painting as an evil to beware,
The images of titans, out of touch,
We’re sketching as a leech.  We’re very much
Addicted to debating what is fair,
And all of our analysis, surprise,
Is logical, and fair, and full of lies.