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"Silently Dumping Congress" (Term Limits are near) Good news for weight watchers. We won't have to lose weight To look good dumping Congress, Not even after we ate. Term Limits are as near as your archery set. Why sit and wait for more legislation? You think Congress will vote itself out of a job? These are career nutjobs awaiting cremation. So Wayne's not going to like it – Who cares? The weapon of choice won't make a bang-bang. Bows and their arrows are notoriously silent. Whisper perfect so our targets won't know we're a gang Of Robin Hood's faithful for we fat ones won't wear green. With browns from China we'll look like Friar Tuck And be delighted to hear House Speaker Boehner Cry out as the first arrow hits him, "What the f__k!" Memorialized on You Tube forever, Clutching his throat as he utters his four-letter word. Parents and pastors will be hard-pressed to explain Why the man with the tan would say things that absurd. But Boehner's just one who'll feel the weight of the arrows. Each career legislator with whom we're on the outs Will pay with an arrow for each time we've been told Of a filibuster, or to eat Brussels sprouts.
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