The Chief RINO is vacationing. So, while the healthcare Vote-a-Rama runs on and Scaramucci spews vulgarities… a few poems for your leisure.
First, earlier this month, PBS Newshour hosted a Haiku contest on the topic of the healthcare debate. Although news seems to be changing by the minute, here are our submissions. If tonight’s Vote-a-Rama and discussions of skinny (or skin and bones) bills inspire you, we encourage you to share your creations here.
From the Chief RINO:
How can we cover
Everyone we need to reach
And still cut taxes?
And from our CTO:
Our nation’s ailing;
Washington writhes in fever.
Unplug the patient?
Doctor bills pile up
While they argue in DC.
We’re all bleeding red.
My heart stopped at age thirteen.
We are all patients.
And, on another recent topic…
Pardon Me, Boss (A work in progress in rainy Mosel)
To the tune of Chattanooga Choo Choo
Headline: Trump says he has complete pardon power
Hi there, Mooch, what do you say
Step aside partner, it’s my day
Bend an ear and listen to my version
Of a really shady Trumpian excursion.
Pardon me, boss
Cuz it’s the Independent Counsel
Comin’ on down the line,
I don’t mean to whine,
But I can’t afford a trip on that train
Lawyers’ fees make up the fare
And don’t leave anything to spare.
When I leave Pennsylvania Ave. ’bout a quarter to four
I wish I was headin’ for ol’ Baltimore
But it’s dinner with Bob Mueller –
Just water and a cruller…
(The Mar-A-Lago menu made us all much fuller.)
When you hear that whistle blowin’ eight to the bar
Then you know that Leavenworth is not very far.
Hear my sad appeal,
Or I’ll take the plea deal,
Woo, woo Independent Counsel there you are.