Category: Poetic Justice

She’s not much of a ballerina,
And she can’t play the concertina.
But she sure was a slacker
When she ran Hewlett-Packard.
Yeah, talking about Carly Fiorina.

Tea baggers call for intifada,
Saying the Dems will get nada.
But is there anything dumber
Than watching Joe the Plumber
Endorse a Right Angle in Nevada?

What happened to Albert and Tipper?
Was that famous photo kiss just a fibber?
As he traveled the world
Meeting hundreds of girls,
Did he fight global warmth with his zipper?

Now Joe McGinnis might seem half-baked,
Though he did it for journalism’s sake.
But he found on locatin’
Next door to the Palins
Good fences do not good neighbors make.

The BP boys are trying to fill
The oil leak using a “top kill.”
They’re managing our expectations,
Though we wouldn’t need these machinations,
If there had been, in the first place, no spill.

Not even the experts know
Where the oil will eventually go.
But one thing’s for sure,
There is no quick cure
For the poor poisoned Gulf of Mexico.

Rand Paul doesn’t lie awake nights,
Worrying about civil rights.
He’s not a contrarian,
He’s just libertarian.
It’s for business — not people — he fights.

It speaks tomes about the class of Rand Paul,
And demonstrates his tea bagger’s gall,
That when defeated Trey Grayson
Tried to say congratulations,
Rand Paul wouldn’t take the phone call.

Pundits are generating content,
Parsing potential voter intent.
One thing’s for sure
In this midterm year,
Nobody wants to be an incumbent.