(Apologies to Shel Silverstein and Johnny Cash)
Well it was Washington DC
at the end of June
and I was feeling a bit
politically marooned
and I thought I'd stop
'fore I got introspective.
So right there standin'
on that gov'mint floor
I did what I'd never done before
and called out
"That dirty mangy Barack
done made me sue!"
Well I knew that this POTUS
had unilateral powers
and had passed policies
designed to make us cower.
I knew his unceasingly metered tone
and that calculating mind
behind a stubbornly stoic face.
He was taller'n me and slim
and calm and un-peachy toned
and I didn't
confront him in person
or talk on the phone
but I still said
in the comfort of that room
"I'm gonna sue.
How do you do?
Now I'm gonna cry."
I got all choked up
and the deal was done
and 'Rack rushed
to my feet and said
"You have won."
and that he
"came away
with a different point of view
and I never knew that's
what the song meant
but the GOP's right
so I promise to relent
and leave you
in charge forever."
If I ever have a son
just in case
he becomes Speaker
I think I'm gonna
call him Sue.
This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.
