A Riddle

A Caucus and a Primary
Were racing long and hard.
Indeed it was a sight to see:
Such glitter, so much lard!

The Caucus started in the front;
Its way was far from straight.
The Primary, with epic grunt,
Began a little late.

"My candidates, they all agree,
In tones from smooth to raucous:
One nation under God, and free,
And stronger!" yelled the Caucus.

The Primary came up behind,
Responding with a bellow:
"Yet mine are strong and free, you'll find,
'Neath God, you common fellow."

"They'll cheat the poor and pay the rich,"
One of them said, "and bomb."
"Mine too, you sad son of a bitch,"
Quoth t'other, with aplomb.

The race was won and lost; the fans
Went wild and threw their hats -
But were they the Demoblicans,
Or were they Repucrats?

Spavin Hossop IV