Category: Poetic Justice

With Tennessee politics Harold was bored.
So he moved to a swank New York ward.
Then he met with Karl Rove
To discuss a Republican move.
Personally, I’d rather drive a Toyota than a Ford.

Roy Ashburn, he never flaunted it.
But leaving a gay club he got caught at it.
He still claims that it pays,
To go bashing gays.
But only if your constituents wanted it.

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!