The Hype
Here’s a bright colt, itching to run;
His winning ways are ripe.
But betting’s no fun
With odds one-to-one – -
So don’t believe the hype.
Here’s a slugger, swatting with spark;
The slate of stats he might wipe.
It’s getting late and dark,
The ball’s still in the park – -
So don’t believe the hype.
A pol’s charisma cuts through the din;
His smile shakes off every gripe.
But the charm wears thin
Once we vote him in – -
So don’t believe the hype.
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