Category: Poetic Justice

The 49th state soon we’ll see
Featured on a reality TV.
The ratings won’t fail ’em
‘Cause they’ve got a Palin —
Que Sarah, Sarah, what will be will be.

Now the ethics committee’s left Rangel
At the end of his rope there to dangle.
It gets really complicated
When your conscience gets sublimated,
And your ethics get all in a tangle.

Though for Republicans “No!” is the norm,
And backing Barack is bad form,
Let’s hold a summit
And thoroughly gum it,
And get us some health care reform.

He’s not nearly as cool as Coolio,
And not as Hispanic as Julio.
But when tasked at the CPACs
George Bush had to ask,
“Who the hell is Marco Rubio?”

It’s not a question of could he.
It’s not a question of should he.
For inquiring minds,
There’s one thing to find:
Just how much wood could Tiger Woods chop if Tiger Woods got a woody?

He’s a soft-spoken Midwestern guy,
Who gave Senatoring a try.
But this Indiana’s son
Just found it too partisan,
So he quit, that’s it, bye-bye, Bayh!

Some presidents are really quite grand,
We had one who drew a line in the sand.
We don’t want a president
Who’s demur or too hesitant,
But do we want one who writes on her hand?

She wants to sound like she matters,
Amid the political chatter.
So that’s why she’s talkin’
And fancy pageant walkin’ —
‘Cause Sarah’s the Tea Party’s Mad Hatter.