Once every six years or so
right in the mid of fall
people queue in freezing lines
to heed their civic call.
Folks here in Connecticut
again see something odd,
a name there on the ballot,
long-lost Senator Dodd.
They wait at dawn and shiver
while morn ascends the sky.
They shake their heads and murmur,
“Almost forgot that guy”.
'Cause there's just two occasions
his name's heard 'round their shoals,
There's a brand new scandal or
it's time to hit the polls.
For almost thirty years with
no remorse or regret
he's raided their cookie jar
and hoped that they'd forget.
He'd lay low and speak softly
until the time was right
then he'd sneak his hand right in
and snitch himself a bite.
Like taking deals from lenders
immersed in the extreme
Freddy Mac and Fannie Mae
socialist ponzi scheme.
Then pointing blaming fingers
doling defaming thanks
at every “guilty party”
but his and Barney Frank's.
Like public keelhauling
of so-called vile execs
who got an “unfair bonus”
when he pushed through the checks.
Like other checks forgotten
and bounced in '92
The House Bank and Post Office
main “patron” was him too.
But he's smug and protected
while he votes the right way,
follows his marching orders,
heeds Obama's, “OBEY”.
He lasted thirty years now
with scandal, blame, and fuss.
He's representing someone,
it sure the hell ain't us.
So come the next cold morning
when the polls have a queue
and folks shake their waiting heads,
they will know what to do.
A thing a long time coming.
A thing too long, by God.
A civil good thee riddance
to their Senator Dodd.
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