Indian Summer

Tax cuts
Cold cuts
Political picnic

I have a better idea what’s in baloney
Than what’s in these bills they argue over
Our fate
Our rate
Maybe nobody really knows what’s in baloney

The poor say we want ours
The affluent say leave mine alone
Would you let your son or daughter date
The person you voted to represent you?

Tea Party
My nority
White people oppressed
By the dark Menace
Brewed in the Ivy ghetto
Has his hand up your doctor’s ass

Gays impatient
Blacks disappointed
Immigrants anxious
Hung over from the Promise
Emanuel goes to Chicago

Elections loom
All predicting doom
Just give us time
Not on my dime
Brother, can you spare one?


Don Arrup
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