The Mitt

 

THE MITT

 

The Plutocrat known as The Mitt

Discovered a hand he could fit —

         It belongs to the bankers

         And the rest of those wankers

Who yell, “I’ll take yours! Gimme it!”

 

The Mitt has accounts well offshore

Where he has his millions in store.

        Soon he will add yours

        When he’s finished his chores

And myopically mopped up our floor.

 

Here’s a little bit more on The Mitt:

His poor rooftop doggie won’t fit

        Into his carriage,

        So he’s building a garage

In his house where the doggie can sit

 

While his autos ride up and then down

And the poor folks who live in the town

        Can be entertained

        While they are disdained

By the witless remarks of a clown

 

Who believes that his fee was no tax,

So patients can lie and relax

        And enjoy his repeal

        Of the insurance deal

He laid on the taxpayers’ backs

 

Once as governor. He’s seen the light!

As President he’ll do what’s right:

        He’ll deny medication

        To the whole Federation

And call it his finest insight.

 

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