A winnowing of jerks,
Gross coterie. . .a nose-hold spree
For blight that’s in the race.
A panoply of goons,
Some say, “So long,” and then they’re gone.
There’s still more to erase.

First out was Gropey, doomed;
His chances were entombed
’cause he sought non-spouse love
Not pizza “pie”; by handlers, badly groomed.

A winnowing of jerks:
Her chances slim, gray matter dim,
Her shot transcending long.
She stumbled lots and soon
She was at best just a brief guest,
Her history all wrong.

But there’s still much to do—
Lone Star will exit too;
A mess of trouble has Rick P.:
E.g., of 3 just 2 knew he.

A winnowing of jerks
Merely the start; more will depart
Till a winner will smirk.