(To tune of “S’ wonderful,” by George and Ira Gershwin)
How’d this sad day come?
From a grand intent
Get congress off its bum.
No one ever meant
Sequester to occur.
But madmen see not sun.
Loud blamers do aver,
And argue who has won.
Why should we fain to be surprised?
In D.C. victory is prized
Still battling in
“You play to win,”
They’ve made DC so partisan.
Like cats and dogs there’s just no parting them.
Who’s looking out,
Big heads have turned rock-hard again.
Fashion’s an Archie Bunker cardigan.
They’ve wrought blood-letting politics.
Unnerving as those awful horror flicks.
So, “those with pull”
Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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