It’s right before Christmas and all over the newsPoliticians are vying to earn the most boo’s.Occupy’s camped out in D.C. to dareAnonymous donors their faces to bare.
Candidates practice their lies in their headsWhile a fourth of all children go hungry to bed.Mitt Romney wears flip-flops, Newt Gingrich a sneer,The truth is not something they’re willing to hear.
When they go on TV, they preen and they pander --Their purpose in life is to get up our dander.The latest Not-Romney so hateful and brash,In two months or less he will burn and he’ll crash.
This goon squad will soon have more places to go,On book tours, TV shows, to keep the cash-flowWhen, what to our wondering eyes will appear --But a Forbes billionaire on a platform of fear!
It’s Mayor Mike Bloomberg, that Big Apple prick(We know in an instant it sure ain’t St. Nick)More rapid than most trades his insults they cameAs he whined and he sniffed and he cast about blame.
“Now teachers, now firemen, each union and studentThe rich can’t pay taxes, it just isn’t prudent,For my millionaire friends, for the Street that’s named WallI have rid parks of campers, and smashed one and all.”
But as dry leaves that before wild hurricanes flyWhen we meet with an obstacle mount to the skyThroughout the country, our Occupy grewWith hearts full of outrage and a mic check or two
And thus in a twinkling a new hope is bornWe’re just saying No to political pornBut Mike won’t give up and he’s gone on a tour!In hopes that the Oligarchs still will endure.
He’s the face of the Third Way and fiscal restraint,And as for his running, he insists that he ain’t.But Shrillionaire Mike in his plea for austerityIs making quite sure of his place in posterity.
And the Ghost of Ayn Rand, a right crabby old elfHaunts Congressional Halls with her Cult of the Self.Cut off their food stamps, cut off their heat!Make the poor suffer from their heads to their feet.
With holidays coming, the Pubs get enjoymentFrom refusing to fund any more unemploymentThey claim that the poor are too lazy to work.While they fill their own pockets with government perks.
But by laying their thumbkins in front of their noseTreating voters like garbage and rich people’s foesThey’ve caused a revolt and are getting epistles.Human rights manifestos are flying like missiles.
We shall hear them exclaim, as they flee out of sight:We won’t run again! Adios, and Good Night!