Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Oh, They'll Take Good Care Of You


I am so immature
that means I like to laugh.
My thoughts are not so pure,
my mind, it needs a bath.
Romney pooh-poohs the poor,
Newt stomps his little feet,
Ricky's such a bore,
Ron Paul has stinky feet.
It's the Great American Show,
where anyone can play-
as long as you have dough,
and pretend you are not gay.
To dodge, duck, elude, eschew,
may the best joker win the race;
what's a girl supposed to do,
but to exit from this space.




2 comments:

Aishah said...

I love your poem!

I do want to add that Ron Paul is not the joker like the rest. This is the time to do your own research.

thingy said...

Thanks, Aishah.

Indeed! Everybody be informed. I must be reading the wrong articles about Paul. I'll keep digging. : )