(I haven’t tried this genre before)
A night that I should have foreseen A
before, orchestrated by an evil malevolent man B
intent on exerting his power, his devious, plan B
rigged a democratic vote, cleverly on those benches green A
the nightmare started off like a stupid, bad dream A
once started, his deviousness began B
his weasel words – a sham B
his intention, designed to vent his spleen A
after years of my loyal support C
thrown aside, carelessly like a no longer wanted, rag doll D
had he noticed, my disapproval, of his selfishness E
he determined, my ambitions to thwart C
with his cronies, they plotted my downfall D
his persona, no longer showing any effectiveness. E
Mike
In awe of your hidden talents,Mike