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The Raving Are free tans for John Boehner helpful? Is it weird or merely eerie that John flaunts his tanning theory Before a gang too weak and weary to remember what it's for? Never mind his constant yapping, tongue and lips forever flapping, Otherwise we'd know he's napping, with sweet dreams of days of yore, Hoary days of blood and gore; days when Cheney ran the store – That was then; now nevermore. Why elect as chief complainer K-Street's 'Acapulco' Boehner, Who's obviously on retainer though he can't run up the score? Can it be no one remembers that his party lacks the members To more that stir the dying embers of unnecessary war? Those that Boehner's happy Cheney got to sanction torture for – Before Obama; way before! So we question if his raving and incessant finger waving Satisfies his party's craving to perform as K-Street's whore, Now that they can't filibuster with their blather and their bluster, Doomed to emulating Custer, missing all the spoils of war That their cheery Cheney swore were Halliburton's repertoire? Maybe then, but nevermore. Will his party still exist if he fails to get the gist? His two cents worth won't be missed though chutzpah ooze from ev'ry pore. How's he doing? Not so hot. Raving hasn't helped a lot, Nor the K-Street tan he's got, Nor his Cuban cuspidor. Why let Boehner on the floor? He lacks the looks of Spitzer's whore. A tan he's got but nothing more.
Bob Carlson |