McCain was sympathetic to Michelle—
Or Michael, as her name had been before.
He figured that the poor gurl went through hell
Before our mores changed, then changed some more.
Voters, he knew, were evil at their core—
And worse back then. They would have mocked Barack
If they’d exposed that bit of secret lore,
If they’d have guessed his missus had a cock.
McCain, however, knew that black gurls rock.
Long had he had a weakness for Ru-Paul!
He watched the movement of the culture clock,
And fondly smiled, and didn’t judge at all.
Besides, for Teddy Kennedy, no less,
He himself would have worn the wedding dress.