Twas the day before Healthcare and all through the land,
The socialists was trying to stick it to da’ man.
The bribes were all counted and written with care,
For the senators holding out for their share.
The citizens were oblivious out spending some cash,
Not understanding the scheme to take their stash.
Bundled with coats, jackets and sweaters of wool,
Some thought the earth was too warm and not cool.
When inside their mailboxes there came such a stuffing,
When the taxes were paid, they were left with nothing.
Don’t worry they were told by their neighborhood mommas,
When your money’s gone you can have some of obama’s.
But don’t blame that kenyan for what he has done,
He couldn’t have made it without help from quite a sum.
Now Nancy! now, Harry! now, Franken and others of scorn,
and don’t forget the myriad of votes from Acorn.
It’s a mess that is waiting to be cleaned up soon,
When this season is over I may have to swoon.
No more apologies for things I haven’t done,
The clean-up’ll be harsh and with flashes of fun.
In years to come later, our children might say,
How could you have been so stupid back in the day?
We’ll smile and remember the day we cleaned-up,
And bust their chops and scream, “You can shut-up.”
We’ll CHANGE to a culture that doesn’t give passes,
without merit to thugs, thieves, and dumb-lasses.
We’ll have HOPE in our freedom above everything else,
Because our primary provider is really ourself.