Don't cry for me, Pennsylvania.
Loyalty isn't my thing.
I still am hellbent
To not represent
The fools who elected me king.
Don't cry for me, Pennsylvania.
Democrats cannot resist
The hope that I'll vote
To not rock their boat
Without someone slapping my wrist.
Don't cry for me, Pennsylvania.
I'm a dubious kind of a dish.
Ignore the head count;
My support's tantamount
To a mouthful of bones with the fish.
Don't cry for me, Pennsylvania.
Pathetic is my normal look
My bemused appearance
Masks the incoherence
Of a seventy-eight year-old schnook.
Bob Carlson
www.politicalboondoggles.com
5/9/09
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