2017 Reality Parade

They say that three's a crowd, but not at a parade
Fewer floats this year too, serving only Kool-Aid
I hear the truth float didn't qualify, nor did justice
But the lies float is out front, bannered with "trust us"
It’s followed by a bomb float, bedecked in flowers
The third and last float, declaims great powers
It's loaded with women, all number tens
Their pulchritudinous abundance, announcing trends
Not for feeding babes, nor caring for the lame
Every value now trumped, by wealth and fame