Republicans

Pachyderms in paradise
are dancing through the day
stomping all the little folk
until they run away -
their ears are large enough to hear
the mice which they all fear
yet somehow, somewhere falling short
no message can they hear -

They play all day with Tom Delay
and shut out all who reason
until the point each mouse shouts out
to recon with their treason
and suddenly their vicious glee
had blinded them to never see
their fate to rule will never be
for hate they always seem to free -