He is not my leader

He talked loud and rough

His voice floated above the market chatter

Because he had a point to make

He always elbowed in his arguments

Analogies, syllogisms, facts

To form a perfect conclusion

Of what he held to be unassailable truth

He brooked no opposition

I noted that any doubt one raised

Made his nose swell, sometimes his hands could fidget

At this point he would shout and holler

But ceteris paribus, his anger remained afloat

He was one of those people

Whose understanding of argument

Actually involved fisticuffs

Debates were won by violence

So it surprised me not

During the live TV Debate

He pulled the host by the scruff of the neck

Upon being asked what he thought of his anger management

But, quick to make amends, he straightened and apologized

Saying, “that was a bit personal a question”

The host also straightened and with good cheer

Said, “the normal occupational hazards”

But I doubted if he could lead me

Because I had questions to ask him

Honest, serious, damning questions

Which a cool mind and tranquil spirit could answer

I suspected others had the same questions too

As he ran about with his loud chatter

I watched him keenly

And seeing no wheat in the chaff he spoke

I chose not to elect him

I see him nowadays, brazen as always,

Loud and boisterous, insulting us for not electing him,

And for every careless word he utters

I am more grateful that he is not my leader.