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 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!
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