The Wind Of Change (Poem & Art)

The wind of change has begun, in this land of the golden sun.
The gossip shall blow, out of control in this town of glitter and gold.
Who shall take hold, of these demanding polls, the young or the old?
Claims foretells of many whispering tails, of the contender being the pretender.
There will be one winner, who will not surrender The Tonight Show Splendor.
So let the games unfold, one will be knocked out cold, and the winner shall take hold.
Thick is the skin of those who dare to be so bold, in this town of Oscar gold.