I was up doomscrolling late one night,
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight.
US midterms will be held next week.
Wanting a scare, I took a peek.    
 
The first story gave me quite a fright.
Trump said he would put up a fight.
On the home front only, not abroad.
For cheaper gas, he gave Putin a nod.
 

 
Sanctions were waived for Russian oil.
So much for all of Ukraine's toil.
Russia will bomb with increased zeal.
'That,' says the Donald, 'is the art of the deal!'
 
I scrolled on down to flee that scene.
More horrors appeared upon my screen.
Trump's next 'deal' caused quite a spin.
'Five grand for all – but only if I win!'
 

 
I tossed my phone and switched on the telly.
'At least I am safe down here in Welly.
Elections here are not so bad,
With real debate still to be had.'
 
As leaders sparred, as leaders do
I felt a creeping déjà vu.
No one said migrants are eating pets,
But on groceries National hedged its bets.
 
I went in search of substance to find.
Is policy best discussed online?
On party sites, policies abound.
But of reasons? There were few to be found…
 

 
In Godzone at least there's less spit and bile,
Yet thinking seems to be out of style.
'We're going for growth,' I hear them cry,
But there's no real plan to grow the pie.
 
It's Halloween, but voting's not scary.
The people rule, so pollies, be wary.
We can all make politics a bit less brash,
But until then, they'll just dance the 'Mash'!