The Congressional wag GOPs
Spend most of their time on their knees
Their favorite repast
Is the kissing of ass
Just like the whores in DC.
Republicans surrendered their shame
They just call it by some other name.
They see their sad schism
And point to Obama to blame.
The Senator from Old Virginia
Just loves shoving it in ya.
At every election
Bigots bow to his erection
And let that Old Turtle come skin ya.
Republicans are making it clear
As we come to the end of this year
Their regime is a mess
But they couldn’t care less
They screw us with no trace of fear.
The guy now on top is a fake
GOP worked overtime to make.
The cheating and lies
Support the unwise
And hide all the money they take.
Our leadership now is misnamed.
Ignoring the people is their game.
They go golf a few rounds
And throw us to the hounds
Then set the Constitution aflame.
Aye, aye, b-b-, AYE!
I try to rhyme ten syllables at a time,
Whoops I meant eleven, isn’t that a crime.
To make poetry is proving nothingness,
Oh I meant something-ness, what a bloody mess!
Let’s just shut the hell up and be pantomimes!