Following the Leader (A worried sonnet)

Holy hell! What is this I'm witnessing?

A Seussian-like villain come to life?

Just as Gollum follows his precious ring,

We lap up the notes from his wicked fife.

I know of our love affair with the joke,

To laugh in this life is God's special gift.

But jokes put aside, now the fire is stoked,

We've been duped, bamboozled, caught in his grift.

So then what do we do?  Is it all done?

Um, garlic, a stake, brass bullet, or knife?

Already over before it's begun?

A guy from TV took over our life?

     I look around and something's the matter,

     This dumb shit makes me sadder and sadder.