A poem written in September 2014
The panda nestles close to her cub now.
Though for the zoo’s web cam we weep,
Nothing good comes from the 113th,
Please go the @&#! to sleep.
All the Canadians in Parliament are in dreamland
Pat Martin has made his last BLEEP!
Hell no, you can’t go to conference
You know where you can go? The @&#! to sleep!
The seeds slumber beneath the Mall now
And the votes that you jokers won’t reap
No more questions, this interview’s over
I’ve got two words for you, Rep: @&#!ing sleep!
The counsels are done with their memos
And high on something bought on the street
My vote was a failure, I’m a shitty ass citizen
Stop @&#!ing with us please, and sleep
C-SPAN is all I can remember
The streaming video crappy and cheap,
You win! You won’t vote, you’re tearing up charts,
As I nod the @&#! off and sleep
The journalists with lots of spectrum are at rest
And the pundits who talk, blog and tweet
Healthcare is not communist, that’s bullshit, stop lying!
Lie the @#%! down, Rep and Senators, sleep!
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