Category: Poetic Justice

Like ignorant medieval oafs,
To their party Fla. Repugs are betrothed.
Even if they wished,
They couldn’t back Crist,
‘Cause they took a loyalty oath.

Charlie Crist is deciding these days
Whether he leaves his party or stays.
But Charlie has proven
In politics and lovin’
That he’s prepared to swing both ways.

To Washington he craves to be sent,
Even though that means paying his rent.
Charlie Crist merely seeks
To whip Rubio and Meek,
By running as a scared independent.

They look on us as a nation of ingrates,
As a bunch of bumpkins and jackanapes.
But just wait till the Brits
Get a look at their own twits
During the prime minister debates.

POTUS:

OK, I ditched them, I confess.
I didn’t think it’d make such a mess.
Hey, I’m watching my daughter
Competing at soccer,
And for that, I don’t need the press.

The bumper sticker said, “Avenge Reagan”
On a Tea Partier’s station wagon.
With this swing to the right
It looks like we might
End up on the Reagan bandwagon — again.

To some, it’s better than humping,
Even candidates who are stumping.
I just wish that Trish
Would indulge my fetish
And show me some hot pedal pumping.

Fox-watchers and tea-baggers are strange.
It’s like their DNA has been changed.
They’re taking their cues
From Beck at Fox News,
But it’s Obama who’s made them deranged.

Joe Biden’s good at keeping it real,
And letting us know how he feels.
So with characteristic aplomb,
He tossed out an F-bomb,
But he’s right — It is a big fucking deal!

In Washington, D.C., one night,
Eric Massa said he’d show us the sights.
Of course, we were hoping
For some nonsexual groping
And tickets to the tickle fights.