The Man in the Tan: A Poetic Satire by Sheldon Nylander
The economy of was down.
The banks had all fallen prey
To over-speculation
And no money to play.
Obama was elected
On a promise of change,
But the conservative backlash
Was really quite strange.
The midterm elections
Came around with a bang
And the House wound up falling
To a conservative gang.
A Tea Party entered
With no scones in sight
And with a big splash of Koch
They were ready to bite.
But who would lead them
As their rollbacks began?
Then entered an old voice.
He was the Man in the Tan.
He promised them changes,
But more the reverse.
His big sticking point
Was tightening the purse.
He promised them money.
He promised them freedom.
He promised them a return
To the Nineteen Fifties kingdom.
But his views didn’t hold
With a lot of the voters.
It was the Democrats who saved
The General Motors.
“We do not like the Orange Speaker of the House.
We do not like him. The man is a louse.”
Do you like him in his ties,
Even with his bald-faced lies?
“We do not like him in his ties,
Including all his bald-faced lies.
We do not like the Orange Speaker of the House.
We do not like him. The man is a louse.”
Would you with a cup of Tea
With his policies agree?
“We would not with a cup of Tea,
And from his policies we flee.
We do not like the Orange Speaker of the House.
We do not like him. The man is a louse.”
Would you if he gave out checks
On the floor of the House complex
From Big Tobacco, with respects?
You would not feel any ill effects.
“We would not, could not accept his checks
Especially in the House complex.
Instead we need some exorcists
To remove the Man’s lobbyists.
We do not like the Orange Speaker of the House.
We do not like him. The man is a louse.”
Into the House
The Orange Speaker did swagger
With a tear in his eye
And in the other a dagger.
The first thing they did
Before getting tough
Was read the Constitution.
An empty gesture, sure, but harmless enough.
Then it began.
At the mouth they did froth.
The rollbacks commenced.
From backs they took cloth.
They held the budget down
Towards a fiscal cliff they ran.
And their leader in all this
Was the Man in the Tan.
They got them a deal
To stop short of the cliff.
Then the Man let them go
And disappeared with a sniff.
But the adjournment did come
Before the next leaf
Could be turned over to vote
For Hurricane Sandy relief.
The people did cry.
The people did clamor.
But the Man in the Tan
Kept bringing the hammer.
Reagan’s policies he adored
Although they’d proved barren,
And what trickled down
Was really just urine.
His House cut off food stamps
For the poor and the needy.
But the only ones to benefit
Were his supporters, the greedy.
The Man struck a deal
With the Senate on budgets
But reneged on that promise
For the sake of his ballots.
He shutdown the Senate.
He shutdown the House.
No one could get help,
Not even the House mouse.
The families of workers
Were the ones getting screwed,
But the conservatives balked
And continued to feud.
But the outrage came
As the Tea Party did squeeze
The checks that won’t come
To fallen soldiers’ families.
“A clean budget they won’t vote for
To fix all the dimes.”
Although they tried on healthcare
A recorded forty-two times.
But a new battle loomed.
And there was a bad feeling
As a shadow approach:
The U.S. debt ceiling!
The Tea Party said
To let it all go.
They wore it with honor,
The party of “No.”
One Representative Cruz
Would be singing the blues
That despite all the news
No one agreed his views.
The Tea Party fought.
On ideology they did dwell.
But without any giving
It would all go to Hell.
But a debt ceiling crash
Would be a disaster.
Even the Man in the Tan
Began to work faster.
But too little, too late
Did the Speaker see through
A vote to save the country
And fell the other shoe.
The markets did crash,
The world was in turmoil,
The economy floundered,
And the money recoiled.
This was a crisis
That could not be undone.
At the end of it all
The Tea Party cried “We won!”
The people cried out
But everyone knew
The House was destroyed
Without Thing One or Thing Two.
He was the Speaker in Orange
He was a Speaker in trouble
But he was just now
The Speaker of rubble.
But if you read closely
You’ll notice, my friend,
That this is a tale
That we can amend.
The battle’s not over
And if we act now
This ending can change
And I’ll tell you how.
Let everyone know
Especially the powers
That’s you’re well aware
Of the precious ticking hours.
If enough voices rise
To affect a great change
We can end this debate.
That change is in range.
Email them all.
Write to their office.
Tell them to quit fooling
With the intern’s tight bodice.
Tell them we’re tired
Of all of this strife
This isn’t a game.
This is real life!
And keep writing and shouting
And remember their votes
And their coats and their notes
And their numerous quotes.
Remember this change
Has to happen with you.
If you fail to act,
You have no right to stew.
Vote with your ballots
Vote with your dollars
With enough votes we’ll get
Through their thick earwax armors.
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