This was inspired by the Diary by Semdem, about the new Fund stealing, er raising tool. One of the folks I was blogging with said they hoped this screwed the republican party so bad, it wouldn’t make a difference who we (The democrats) put up. I made the comment, “He can become their albatross”. Naturally, that old poem came to mind, and I found myself with the creative juices flowing… Ok, maybe that was the steak sauce I slopped on the burgers…. (:-)
The Crimes of the Ancient Miscreant.
It is an ancient Grifter,
Who stopped all guests to be,
While from each pocket he would try to lift,
The Gold of thou and thee and me.
The great house doors were open wide,
Crowded we were, two in front that I was behind,
I thought to leave, but found I could not,
For He wished to take what’s mine.
“I was the Leader, the bestest of the best,
And while to thee I speak, for you must Grasp,
I want your gold, and even more, I want it all
His voice came out in a Rasp.
I will tell you of the Laws I passed,
For stable genius am I,the decisions I made,
Though there were those Who did not like,
And I was much afraid.
I yelled aloud and bellowed forth,
I stayed up and Tweeted all the night,
They came for me with lists of crimes,
Written harsh on paper Bright.
Guilty, Guilty they all intoned,
And for moment I was taken aback,
I turned and found my Fixer man who spoke for me,
While on they came, pressing the attack.
“Stop this now and Stop it all,
Bring all these accusations to an end,
We shall not accept these charges any more,
And our Knees, they will not bend.
So then I thought with what wit I had,
To my base I would appeal,
And so I tweeted, and then some more,
But no wisdom would they reveal.
Still on they came, more every day
The accusations at me threw.
I called for my Man, Sir Billy Bar,
As I knew what he would do.
“Stop these searches, and cease in calling us,
Bring these all this now to an end,
For we will not accept them, nor more,
And our Knees, they will not bend.
We shall speak not again, nor say to thee naught
All your silly subpoena we shall ignore,
So get thee hence from here, and be thee gone,
We close and tightly bar this door.
Alas, it worked but not for long,
Too soon did they make are turn,
All is lost, you have no where to go,
And all your silly paper writ, in piles we shall burn.
Thus was I stripped, and chastised well,
My beautiful legacy is gone,
My best buds to me they will not speak,
Nor with me stay, at least for none too long.
Now I am but a burden tied,
To the necks of those who defended me,
Thus down we plunge, all at once,
Sinking into the depths, to as deep as we could be.
So now My tale is done, full well I spoke,
And You will find that no more gold do you carry,
Your pockets do be empty for I have grifted all of it,
While of me you were not wary.