When ’ere I think of congressmen
The images I see,
Are bathed in tones of lofty deeds
And hues of dignity.
I think of Jesse Jackson’s son
Who lived in harmony,
With all the noble aims of man,
Or will, when he is free.
I think in terms of leadership
Defined by Harry Reid,
Who forces passage of the bills
His members never read.
To Richmond and Delay,
The perfect pitch the Congress makes
We savor every day.
Do not, I beg, reduce the pay
Of those whose pedigree,
Reflects the iridescent tone
Of perfect dignity.
So glad that you picked this article to write about this week! I would like to know Nancy's definition of dignity. Don't think that it would match mine!
ReplyDeleteOh do not blame, I pray thee,
ReplyDeleteThe persons we elect.
The problem is the way we
Fail our thinking to direct.
We vote on whim and false reports
From propagandists vile
We bow before the sharp retorts
From bigots filled with bile.
We sign our own death warrants
When we go to the polls,
And give support in torrents
To malignant, venal trolls.
~ FreeThinke - 2/22/13