My election night poem
I am in Connecticut with Anne Satterthwaite, a good friend who got an email with a pro-McCain poem trashing Obama using "Twas the Night Before Christmas" as a template.
We sat down and wrote the following response:
Twas the night of the elections
And all through The House
Mr. Bush was in hiding
Quiet as a mouse.
We in our bathrobes,
Mac Books in our laps,
We're glad that Obama
Had skirted Rove’s traps.
When all of a sudden
We heard a strange noise,
Our TV was hijacked
By “Fixed” News’s boys.
In a last pitch for Palin,
On this final day,
They tried not to mention
“A Heartbeat Away”
We snapped off that program
We’d heard all their trash
As had untold millions
Who sent in their cash.
To Obama we rallied
We knew from the start
From W’s policies
McCain would not part.
More torture, invasions
So much hyped-up scare,
While Osama takes cover
Safe in his lair.
While our nations’ debt
Achieves a new height,
And medical coverage is way out of sight,
Foreclosures are up,
And job market down,
Businesses failing all over town.
We’ve already tried
Tax cuts for the rich,
And now the American Dream’s
In a ditch.
Financials are falling
And credit is tight,
Trickle down theory
Will never work right!
So we leave you to think....
(And thinking’s a start)
Let’s clean up this mess
WITH SOMEBODY SMART!