An Indian penned these lines plumb,
Just before they dropped that bomb,
Shaking the fairy dust off of history,
Blowing them all to kingdom come.
Fried Chicken,
Finger licking,
Higgledy-piggedly,
It was politicking.
Who was to blame?
Same old game,
Different faces,
Different names.
Traffic ahead,
Old Jersey Ed,
Chris Christie,
Better off dead.
Constitutional grave digging,
Bush-whacked voter rigging,
American kings we'd be picking,
The Orwellian animals jigging.
Faith of our Fathers,
This was not religion,
Shame on Uncle Sam's,
Flag-wavering polticians.
So, our story has to come to an end,
The halos were short-lived and bent,
An odd angle at the end of our tale,
The only good part was The End.
Artwork Credit: Copyright © 2014 by RonPaul Institute.
