The Caucus

In the caucus park
A circus about to spark.
The unqualified
Wait and wait quite satisfied
Beyond the great gate
Of the palace of their fate.
There, the Sons of tycoons
By playing with forks and spoons
Labour a feature
Of building a bright future
For the sons of earth
Who to all good crops give birth.
There ease the gate bars
For the charismatic cars!
The game is over,
And the newsmen catch fever!