Thursday, January 28, 2010

WHILE THE DOMECON'S IN THE TOILET...

Teddy, Teddy, Teddy,
Turning over in your coattailess grave,
Martha Coakley lost your Senate seat,
Although starting out an overwhelming fave!

Took the citizens for granted,
Failed to read the tea leaves of unrest,
How could Massachusetts go Republican?
So she didn't campaign her best.

Was it all about health care?
That Massachusetts plan, not so well loved,
Horror, should it go national,
Send a message, it doesn't fit US like a glove.

Or did the "dispatch" go beyond "Teddy's dream?"
The Dems, plenipotentiary no more,
Camelot's over; back to reality now,
The Kennedy mystique finally the lore of yore.

2008, not so much about Obama but CHANGE,
The electorate is fickle; he's had a year plus chance to deliver,
Welcome to the public service revolving door,
Voters are going to be quick to pull the trigger.

Fed up with the pork barrel miasma of "deals,"
Government giveaways to a favored few,
While the DOMECON's in the toilet, NEITHER party's entitled,
Democrats and Republicans will just alternate in the stew.

It's about "what have you done for ME lately,"
Pretty prose and pandering promises, just no longer enough,
These trying times call for swift action,
Meaty proposals, hold the "nutter 'n fluff."

As we approach the Civil War Sesquicentennial,
A nation divided, Black President aside,
Let's not tempt a "Haves vs. Have Nots" sequel,
Falling down on the world stage, nowhere to hide our slide.

Karen Ann DeLuca