To Newt Gingrich from Mitt Romney
I love your big pants and reporter spanking charm
Your sordid marriages and spiteful ex
You really did no harm
And though we fought and spat
On our debate dates
Throughout the year
Soon we'll be dancing together
Kicking Obama's rear
To Mitt Romney from the poor
It wasn't news to us
That we had lost your love
You've fallen for the Mad Hatters
And their libertarian lust
But your heart is not so free
No matter what you say
And on your knees you'll beg
Come next Election Day
To Dictator Assad from "his people"
You murdered us outside our Mosques
Each Friday since the Spring
You bully us just like your father
As to your throne you cling
And though your tanks still trample
And your helicopters spray
There are not enough bullets in all the world
To make us go away
To President Obama from the American Catholic Church
A sticky fight
When it comes to rights
And for each act we must pay
You sided with women
Against our boss
November is Judgement Day
Don Arrup
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