Deficit Dance

Obama walked out to the middle of the dance floor
Alone
Un-chaperoned

He looks at Speaker Boehner
Then winks at Senator McConnell
Holds his arms open
To air

The music’s playing
Nobody’s dancing
Crowd’s getting nervous

Obama invites them to his house
To do homework
Hang out
And plan the next dance

Then Bo and Co go
To a Tea Party
And don’t ask O along

O says if nobody dances with him
Next new moon
He’s turning the music off

Where is the love?

Soldiers dying
Neighbors crying
Coworkers fired

Is this the best we can do?

McConnell has an idea
Everyone stands on the edge
Of the dance floor
And grooves
Before the ceiling caves in



Don Arrup
Satire1