Message to the Republican Mob

Rap by a Democratic Congressman from New York, originally published in the Congressional Record, 23 July, 2002.

Before you merely mauled welfare mothers,
But now you're messing with
The Great American Middle Class;
We'll kick your rear!
Grandfathers are full of fear,
New anger after every tear,
Our pensions down the drain,
No shelter from old age rain;
O say Newt can you see
Pain and suffering you contracted for me?
Chisel swindle in the great greed spree,
Criminals still strutting free,
Lock up that mugger
With the 400 million dollar loan,
Tell the crook building that
Multi-million dollar home
You'll shoot if he lays another stone.
Stage a raid
On all the board room whores
Hiding behind fancy carved doors;
Bring out the hand cuffs,
Shine bright lights in haughty faces,
Drag them through drug pusher paces;
Grill Martha and the Hamptons crowd,
Make them confess
Early and loud.
Special prosecutors to the front lines.
In 2002 we have real crimes,
Whitewater was just kid stuff;
Let's play Harkin and Halliburton bluff:
At each turn
Take ten million and run—
Insiders have all the fun,
A tax break bonus
For each step you mount,
Ordinary dumb investors
Can't follow the count.
Chisel swindle in the great greed spree,
O say Newt can you see
Pain and suffering you contracted for me?
Before you merely mauled welfare mothers,
But now you're messing with
The Great American Middle Class;
At the November showdown
We'll be kicking your elephant (bleep)!




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