In top-heavy D.C., all covered with dough,
I lost my true government, snorting to grow.

Cavorting in treasure, discarding belief,
Stands a progressive government, worse than a thief.

For a thief will just rob you and take what you have,
But a progressive government bleeds you to the grave.

As it craves all your pay, you in turn do go bust;
Not one pol in a hundred can poor toilers trust.

They'll shrug you off, hiss you and tell you more lies;
Then costs rise on a failed road that bars enterprise.

So come all you young 'fraid ones who'd list to Bernie;
Dou't displace your affection to aggrieved Hillary.

For our freedoms will wither, in cahoots with Bill nigh;
You'll all see rights taken, planned ever so sly.

And come all you dismayed when quit Marco and Ted;
Don't embrace this election in The Donald Trump's bed.

For his speeches will blither, and his suits may still gird;
D.C. may be shaken, but never be stirred.