They stand sincerely facing us
With eyes of faithful dogs
Who can resist forbearance thus?
Who won’t jump on their log?
They blink and weep and they bemoan
The President’s ill will
That he won’t talk to them alone
That their ideas he’ll kill
They stomp their pretty little feet
And tantrums they do throw
Too bad their mommies didn’t teach
These asshats right from wrong
This isn’t similar to your
Late sandbox escapades
The stakes you throw with such fervor
Are bound to pay back spades
No, not for you or those who’ve paid
To pull your puppet strings
But for the rest of us who’ve made
At honest effort swings
Oh, you, the men who speak of God
Who drag Christ through the mud
You count your dollars from the Kochs
And chew their party cud
Your infant tantrums — they will cost
My country dearly
But do watch out: you’ll get yours
For it is your impending loss
That we will cheer sincerely
I know it’s not Wednesday, but I am finding it hard to keep to the Wednesday rhyme schedule. Besides, Washington is providing me with such ample themes today. So how about a weekly rhyme? This is mine. If you want to join me any time this week, just write a poem that rhymes and leave a link to it in the comments section below. And we can all go around visiting and commenting. Doesn’t that sound like a fun party?
I will also bring this with me to the Pub later today, once it opens at 3:00 PM Eastern time for its weekly Open Links Night.