We return now to the regular shutdown of our government. This poem is in anticipation of today’s expected (sic) collapse of Democrats in Congress to offer any courageous opposition to Republicans’ hostage-taking in government shutdown showdowns.
Know Spyin’
I spy a party that has gone undercover
Much too comfortable with endemic shadiness
Look
There
Op position
Ooops
Out of sight
Out of mind
Unfound
Silented by the right
And left
Know spyin’
Slinking
At every stair down
Casting a bout
Whatever
Base meant
