Category: Poetic Justice

When Chelsea asked for parental permission
To marry Marc on a happy occasion,
Hillary said,” Now, darling Chelsea,
“Did you have sex with Mezvinsky?”
Chelsea replied, “Not by Daddy’s definition!”

With the midterms looming, the GOP is getting cute,
They’re playing to the Tea Party to bring in the loot.
But the Party of No
Has nowhere to go,
If the best they can offer is a Newt.

Maybe there is a lesson we can learn from the BP oil spill.
Something that will energize the electorate’s political will.
When it comes to Republicans,
Maybe there’s something we can
Take away from the concept of “top kill.”

“Sometimes you step off the pavement and get hit by a bus.”
So said Tony Hayward, BP’s unlovable cuss.
But indeed he was the bus driver,
And it’s we “small people” who suffer.
Just for once, Tony, could you think about us?

We’ve often accused them of stupidity,
And violence, laziness and cupidity.
We’ll be the first to admit
We can put up with that shit,
But we just can’t stand it when they act all uppity.

Sarah Palin’s raking in loads of cash,
And she’s doling it out in a flash.
But is it eleeomosynary
Or for something more scary?
Like erasing our collective memory cache …

In Cleveland they are cursing the Heat.
In Toronto they call it a cheat.
But no matter your rant,
You still have to grant,
Signing Bosch, Wade and James was some feat.

Michael Steele started some kind of drama
When he said the Afghan war was Obama’s.
The Democrats went all ballistic,
Calling for Steele’s head on a stick,
As debate sank to a series of “Yo Mamas.”