Career politicians, who cluck
as they strut with an impotent pluck
make me sick with the season
befouling all reason:
they’re less of a cock than a cuck.

That gobbler and turkey-neck Mitch
makes me furious—so mad that I twitch.
He obstructs all our battles
and jiggles his wattles;
unpardoned, unworthy (but rich).

The patrician political class
is a party that speaks through its ass.
They are lacking in guts
with no ifs, ands, or buts
but I swear: they produce enough gas.