The Dems And Republicans At Sea After Leery Big Oil, B.P. Pushy Cat Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

B. Hussein, McCain's Pushy-Cat bane, with glee
sought Electoral College vote,
she poured pork-barrel honey,
Bridge to Nowhere spent money
guaranteed by fee'd Lehmann note.
B. to vain bane threw glove, earmarked poll star above,
sang, 'Alaska's too far below par,
Oh Oily Sarah, Shoe-in Sue, purse_sued love,
what a maverick pushy you are,
by far,
none bar!
out right rageously B.P. you are! '

Sarah sprang to attack ideals worthy Barack
Advanced with aplomb each day,
Repeating with black marks and negative flack,
Angry pitbull preparing to slay.
Her lipstick was scarlet, the outrage of starlet
Pat sat on her prejudiced frame,
As she, Vice, named Brain varlet, blame not nice from a barbet*,
Little cared for democracy's aims,
In dame
No shame,
Bossed onTea-Party, stamped Health Care claims.

Said she 'It is odd Dems think someone like God,
An American Red, White, and Blue,
Readied dinosaurs' range before Man, this seems strange
As descent from an ape's too untrue! '
Hopes energy independence free from foreign defendants
Persists with oil kickbacks none foil.
Although coffers are low Repub loyalists glow,
Looking to conservative roil and turmoil.
If term oil's
Not on boil
fossile fuels can't be crude if top grade! dismayed,

Pushy, bulldog, with growl, 'Doggone terrorist foul'
barks 'how radically left lobbies s[t]ing
though Bristol's unmarried, too long has she tarried,
awaiting Hill_airy_US ring.'
Though G.O.P.'s stashed away for eight years and a day
to sand strand where blame's bong-tree grows;
beyond burning Bush fire, and tea-partyers ire
oil prospection as Exxon well eggs on till well blows
slick's spread,
fauna dead,
still continues as daily more flows.

Voters right_eously raling outside White House railing,
regret no Enquiry draws near,
there's no easy plain sailing for Big Oil's soil jail in -
no bail-out may ever appear.
Putin, put in oil sea, may the same, try for he
has ambitions the ostrich won't see -
but the dangers we court may well end up in court
in the act caught with safety rules fought
buying time
till oil's slime,
recipe for distaster is fraught.

The Dems and Republicans went to B.P.
quite at sea with the oil rig flame;
though the oil lobby scoffed it, the scramble for profit
when it came down to blame game felt lame
as oyster and winkle disappeared in a twinkle,
shrimp fishermen wetlands and coast,
water no-one could drinkle, soon poured down the sinkle,
not even Republicans boast
of porn host
when scorn ghost
upset tea-party salad oil toast.

'Dear Ex-Gov, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your principles? ' Pushy stalled, 'Won't! '
They should lock her away, 'me_thane' pipeline to stay
Mac caned, far from Capitol hill.
She whined, no words minced, when burst pipe made maid wince,
quite consumed with no wry humble pie;
Gulf oil swallowed? I'll ask her, from Lou. to Alaska
both fauna and flora shall die
until
oil spill
is capped, clapped, B.P.'s bills sky high.

Should now Dems, Republicans, set to sea
on electoral visit to rig,
sound higgledy-piggledy ecology eulogy
they grab pee green headlines big
Incumbent ejections from prim'ry selections
continue apace losing place
as mid-term elections may witness rejection
from race,
disgrace,
grit teeth quick, oil slick picks up sick pace.

Republicans running tea parties were gunning
for anything democrats wished,
like Herman Cain sunning with mistresses cunning,
and Romney by neutral Next dished.
They all knelt to pray that two years and a day
would see their gun lobbies elected,
but to get the O.K. of the voters that pay
for shoot-outs might get them rejected.
So to lobbies they'll stick, N.R.A. stickers quick
affix as a freedom few contest,
though it makes people sick to see gunslingers slick
come out of most challenges best.