It appears that the French have given themselves
The gift which was chosen by everyone else:
The second-worst of political leaders, a colorless
Servant of wealth, whose meaningless promises
Sound slightly more civilized than those spat
Out by that one who ran to his right.  We choose
Dead souls in suits over unvarnished fascists,
And nothing gets better.  No one thought it
Would.  Anybody who shows a desire to help
Us is scorned and rejected, as if he or she was
A savior who we felt we didn't deserve.  We do
Penance eternally.  No one knows why.  We'll
Complain until we face another election.  Then,
We'll choose the dead soul again.