When all the republicans retreated home,
The Democrats stood in their chambers alone.
Against every odd and against every will,
Against all the chants begging they kill the bill,
They took their last stand, a Waterloo vote,
Committing more credit that we’ll have to float.
Tort wasn’t fixed, no it was protected,
Insurance can still ignore market incentive.
And while all the big corporations were maligned,
They weren’t the fat cats who got their pockets lined.
The fat Christmas pig stuffed with every request,
To feed all the knights at Obama’s round table,
May all of those windbags this Christmas find rest,
For it may be the last that anyone’s able.
You now see how I feel about the ridiculous 2am vote on healthcare.
What do you think about the unprecedented vote that occurred? Leave your own poem, or just leave a comment.
They are all crooks: banks, credit card companies, insurance companies, and wall street and politicians. All still doing the same. What happened to the audacity of hope?