Category: Poetic Justice

Poor Jon’s been one sick feller,
But we’re glad that he’s feeling weller.
No, it wasn’t from kegs —
It came from the eggs
That were tainted with salmonella.

Poor Prez Obama, he can’t catch a break.
They say he’s Muslim, that his faith is fake.
But one religious tradition
Would prove he’s a Christian —
Let’s scourge him, then burn him at the stake!

Though you’re white as the driven snow,
You played the race card on your talk show.
Dr. Laura, ain’t you heard,
When it comes to the N-word,
The only one white folks can use is “Negro.”

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?