Election Poem
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Editor, Times-Union:
I can't take credit for coming up with this one, but it's a good one with a lot of truth to it, so enjoy.
T'was the night before elections
and all through the town
tempers were flaring
emotions all up and down.
I, in my bathrobe with a cat in my lap, had cut off the TV
tired of political clap-trap.
When all of a sudden there arose such a noise
I peered out my window, saw Obama and his boys.
They had come for my wallet, they wanted my pay.
To give to the others who had not worked a day.
He snatched up my money and quick as a wink
jumped back on his bandwagon as I gagged from the stink.
He then rallied his henchman who were pulling his cart.
I could tell they were out to tear my country apart.
On Fannie, On Freddie, On Biden and Ayers!
On Acorn, On Pelosi He screamed at the pairs.
They took off for his cause and as they flew out of sight
I heard him laugh at the nation who wouldn't stand and fight.
So I leave you to think on this one final note -
If you don't want socialism
Get out and vote!
Lonnie Slone
Warsaw, via e-mail
