Ode to the Gang of Six

Posted on July 20, 2011 by

Though they come from separate parties
And different regions in the states
They have one thing in common
Besides their long debates

They want to lift the ceiling
Before the roof caves in
And they know there will hell to pay
If default even begins 

 

There’s Warner from Virginia
An enterprising sort
And North Dakota’s Conrad
Whose seat cannot be bought

Tom Coburn is a doctor
Dick Durban knows them all
Mike Crapo is from Idaho
Which leaves just one more pol

And that is Saxby Chambliss
A man from way down south
Who tries to sound important
When he opens up his mouth

The Gang of Six will save the day
Or so they do believe
But then there are the skeptics
Just packing up to leave

True democrats are saying
The cuts run far too deep
That Medicare and Medicaid
Are programs we must keep

But in the U.S. House
There are many on the right
Who don’t see any reason
To give up on this fight

That leaves Barack Obama
Mr. President if you please
To try to split the difference
And do it with great ease

Let the people see his wisdom
And his compromising ways
That will make it all so simple
When they vote to see who stays

The Gang of Six (in alphabetical order):
Saxby Chambliss, R – Georgia
Tom Coburn, R – Oklahoma
Kent Conrad, D – North Dakota
Mike Crapo, R -Idaho
Dick Durbin, D – Illinois
Mark Warner, D – Virginia

Comments (3)

 

  1. Gerry Daley says:

    Lou: The President’s “negotiating” style reminds me of another poem, not an original (by Robert Bly, in fact):

    THE MAN WHO GIVES IN

    I have been thinking about the man who gives in.
    Have you heard about him? In his story
    A twenty-eight-foot pine meets a small wind
    And the pine bends all the way over to the ground.

    “I was persuaded,” the pine says. “It was convincing.”
    A mouse visits a cat, and the cat agrees to drown
    All her children. “What could I do?” the cat said.
    “The mouse needed that.” Reader, do you know any

    Stories of this kind? It’s strange. I’ve heard that some
    Aid in their own ruin. People say, “You don’t
    Deserve to live.” A man says, “I’ll string this rope
    Over that branch, maybe you can find a box.”

    The Great One with her necklace of skulls says,
    “I need twenty thousand corpses.” “Tell you what,”
    The General says, “we have an extra battalion
    Over there on the hill. We don’t need all these men.”

    Robert Bly

  2. Help me with the math. There are over 300 million of us and only 535 of them. Why do they control the agenda?

  3. Don Gauthier says:

    A neat bit of political doggerel. A new Charles Osgood?
    Also, as per Mr. Mackell, don’t these clowns work for us?

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