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Twas the Night Before Cliffmas

This is a poem written by my colleague Michelle Booth about the “fiscal cliff” negotiations happening in Washington D.C.  Brilliant!  Please feel free to share this.  You can right click and save the image on your computer.  I’ve included the text below as well.

Twas the night before Cliffmas


Twas the night before Cliffmas when all through the house,

not a creature was budging, especially The House.

The country was hanging off a fiscal cliff with care

In hopes that a solution soon will be there.


The Representatives were nestled all snug in their chairs

While visions of Angry American’s raised their back hair

And Boehener with his party and Obama with his

Thought of the holiday they will surely miss


When out of streets there arose such a clatter

It was the middle class coming to see what was the matter

Away from the windows, Boehner flew in a flash

He knew he had stifled and hurt the middle class

The people were there waving signs to show

That in favoring the rich Boehner had reached a new low

When what to our wondering eyes should appear?


But a sled with Boehner and eight republicans to steer

With little old Grover and a pledge on a stick

Promising Republicans he had another trick

More rapid than eagles like a herd they came

Boehner and Grover shouted and called them by name

On Cantor, McConnel, Joe Heck and McCain

On Butler, McKinley, and anyone else to blame.


To the top of our Porsche Any way we can stall

Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!


As shady republicans that in private jets fly,

When they meet with an obstacle they mount to the sky,


So up to the mansions of their special interests they flew

With bills full of lies and some pork barrel too.

And then in a twinkling they heard on the roof

Angry Americans-they knew they had goofed


As they drew their head and started turning around

They realized it was Angry Americans they had found

It was the 98 percent with anger to defer

To McConnel and Boehner for the rich they prefer


A bundle of picket signs flung from their backs

That said The Middle Class You Should Not Tax!

Their eyes how they stared, they said it wasn’t fair

That you favor the rich who don’t pay their share


Their droll little mouths were drawn with a frown

Because their budgets and mortgages were upside down.

At a blink of an eye and a twist of their head,

Republicans knew they had their future to dread


For all their partisan politics and the programs they cut

And giving the 98 percent a kick in the butt

So they made no deal they didn’t think it was real

That the economy needed revenue to heal


So instead they jumped on their yacht and sailed out of sight

And said Merry X-Mas to all and good luck with your plight!

About Justin McAffee:
Justin is the publisher The Nevada View, which has earned the recognition in the Washington Post’s “Best State-Based Political Blogs,” as well as being awarded the “Most Valuable Blogger Award” by the local CBS affiliate in 2011. Follow him on Twitter @McAffee


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