A ramble for this New Year's eve
to make resolute by,
how each organization old
allows itself to die,
how old guards stubbornly lock arms
for turn each at the throne
'til the young bulls, “Why bother?,” ask
and strike forth on their own,
how think old not on mentorship
as legacy most true,
but on the threat new talents pose
to their place in the queue.
This New Year in rings constancy
of corruption despite
the congress changing out its lead
from hard left to not-right:
the marxist globalists retreat
to further treasons scheme
as crony globalists drag out
stale “kinder, gentler” theme
to fritter on each crisis edge,
surrender, then to gloat,
and, as we steam for the abyss,
to not dare rock the boat.
They'll Constitution read aloud,
Boehner will shed a tear
then politic as usual,
young bulls exiled to rear.
McCain will plump his “mav'rick” claim
as proved by compromise
with marxists, not with the young bulls
his old guard all despise.
McConnell will revoke the rules
Reid forced to force his will,
then naïvely expect good faith
from marxists poised to kill.
The fires burning this New Year
are cities marxists lit,
while cops lie dead from rhetoric
venomous marxists spit,
while unemployed and unfree see
how we've been global scammed,
still each old guard must have his turn,
ev'rything else be damned.
Yes, despite overwhelming vote,
the left will still live large,
so raise your glass in this milquetoast,
“The GOP's in charge!”
Their conga line will dance 'til death,
our abyss looming large,
and so this New Year's Eve milquetoast,
“The GOP's in charge!”
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