Tomorrow in the House

Tomorrow in the House

 

The proceedings started out the usual way:

The best moron took the floor.

She wanted to say something stupid,

Or rather, do that some more.

She wanted to show how serious she was:

She raised and shook her fist.

She outlined her curious cause:

Compared her colleagues to things that don’t exist.

She raised her voice to show that she cares.

And tried to score points by misquoting the law.

She made accusations extracted from thin airs,

And related a story that no one ever saw.

She mangled invectives she couldn’t pronounce,

And turned a Bible verse inside out.

She detailed a plan she would never announce,

Then demanded a vote with a triumphant shout.

So the nays did have it, she did not believe that she’d lost.

She railed against the assemblage; she knew she was wronged.

She demanded recompense, they would all shoulder the cost.

She had backup and she would lead them as they thronged.

They waited her out, eventually she sat down.

They knew she would run out of steam once she’d had her say.

Then up stood the second-best moron hoping to win renown.

And the delegates snoozed and looked at their phones… it was just another day.

 

Cliff Lake 3/4/2023

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