Career politicians, who cluck
as they strut with an impotent pluck
make me sick with the season
befouling all reason:
they're less of a **** than a cuck.

That gobbler and turkey-neck Mitch
makes me furious—so mad that I twitch.
He obstructs every battle
while jiggling his wattle;
unpardoned, unworthy (but rich).

The patrician political class
is a party that speaks through its ***
They are lacking in guts
with no *ifs, ands,* or *buts*
but I swear: they produce enough gas.



 **HAPPY THANXGIVING, Fellow Poets**☺