A disturbance of wannabes

Just a May day
Under duress
Lest we forget
Insanity still rules
Enters my privacy
To threaten harm

And
Nominating brother
Negligent of proper form

Beneath the parapet
Entwined in nastiness
Not a horse in sight though
Tiptoeing the legal bounds
Laughing about their con
Echelon of dirt
Yet trying to wash off the stench