While Liz Lay Dying

So righteously he pointed out,
He didn’t trample on the law.
It might be true, at least there’s doubt,
(Although it wedges in my craw)
Donated funds weren’t to campaign
But keep his wife from further pain.

John Edwards, flirting with the thought
Of being our next president,
Did more than flirt, indeed begot
A lover’s child they hadn’t meant.
At once, his wife Elizabeth,
A cancer case, was nearing death.

Nine hundred thousand dollars aimed
In vain to keep her unaware
Regardless, prosecutors claimed,
It served to keep his chances fair
To publicly avoid disgrace
And win the Democratic race.

Not just a primary was lost.
Disgusted with our politics,
Poor turnout is the nation’s cost
When voters tire of such tricks
And bastards cheating on their wives,
More so while fighting for their lives.