Congress has nary gentlemen
or ladies on display.
Most members quite unsavory;
some should be put away,
and some possess Satanic powers,
foul fat-cat Fausts that bray.
Oh blighting of conjobs that annoy,
cons that annoy.
Oh blighting of the conjobs that annoy.

These wretched men and woman
treat most of us with scorn.
They’re paid of by their patrons
who’re stuffing plenty’s horn.
Their grifting is mighty scary;
speeches: bromides and corn.
Oh blighting of cornpone that annoys,
corn that annoys.
Oh blighting of the cornpone that annoys

A lot of dreck-teeming blather
issues from dudes and dames.
It’s as if their lips shat words. . .
mouths and rectums the same.
We would be better off if borne
back were they whence they came.
From slime came most of those who annoy,
those who annoy.
From slime came most of those who most annoy.

Fear them—they are dangerous,
a legislative blight
that will not seek you for favor
if your pockets are tight.
Dig deep for many bucks and fins
and then hear you they might.
They might dispense to you treats and toys,
some treats and toys.
They might let you suck the teat they enjoy.

The vested interests’ tithing
is foremost in their “minds”:
that word is sure not a meet thing. . .
crania-vacant kind.
But these cretins won’t go away,
crawl back into their slime.
From slime came unevolved that annoy—
evolved, their ploys.
From slime came unevolved creatures that annoy

Some come down with good intentions,
but after a few days
it’s quickly that they are ensnared
in D.C.’s evil ways.
Rank and rampantly corrupt town
where you must pay to play.
Bid “bye” to ethics; join the old boys,
join the old boys.
Bid “bye” to ethics and join the old boys

If weeded out were crazies,
it’s possible the place
could be a decent neighborhood,
but you’d get a blue face
from holding your breath to witness
this happen, so erase
from your mind such fantasies to enjoy. . .
never enjoy.
First your eyes will see unicorns real, not toys.