Guys pulled it in Florida. . .guess the gal used steely head.
Call this a debate?! Faces, but one: white bread.
One sister midst the fellas, crazy eyes burnin’ red.
They grinned, gripped then wiped their hands, as if of disease dread.

What a load of horseshit, what a load to see,
What a load of bullshit: blah-blah-blah.
Call this farce debate? Not really.

I sicked up, post-gag, and went lookin’ for a place to hide,
But I kept barfin’; the spectacle was hard to abide:
All they said: carpin’ and puttin' Perry down;
Though he’s a grotesque schmoe, nonetheless he stood his ground.

What a load of bullshit, what a load to see,
What a load of horseshit: blah-blah-blah.
Call this farce debate? Te-he-he!

Go-round, smoke blowin'; they had nothin' to say,
So more I puked and puked; ’batin’ is sure what did they—
But don’t pretend to that word goes prefix “de-”
But rather what Onan done. . .a “mastur-” plan in that etymology

What a load of bullshit, verbal Onan spree,
What a load of horseshit: blah-blah-blah.
Call this farce debate? Wankery.

Waste-time jesters callin’ each other names much worse than “dog,”
Each named the others “rank”. . .a jackoff spate of log-
orrhea, most of it senseless, a piece of crap is each “plan.”
It just serves to annoy. . .makes me want to seek CSPAN.

What a load of horseshit, verbal Onan spree,
What a load of bullshit: blah-blah-blah.
Call this farce debate? ’ shittin’ me?!

Then said madman Paul: “You got no insurance? Fine.
Should anyone help you? No! It is gonna be your time.”
“Just let ’m die?” was the question from Wolf man. Not mum,
Ron, who said, “No.” But the Party cheered: “Yes! F**k ’em!!”

Once feared of “death panels” was the Party Tea,
But now, it’s the panel. (“Die! Die!! Die!!”),
Al, who’s on the “Show,” quipped rightly.*


*Al Madrigal, on “The Daily Show”: “The party that started out fearing death panels has become one!”