'Oh yeah, I know what you mean, '
The blowhard wobbled in his tats,
'No wonder the pols all fall way between
'They're all Republicans-or Democrats! '
He waited for a standing ovation
As he looked at me to wink,
I backed away as he swayed my way. 'Bartender,
He hiccupped and he commanded, 'Get me another drink! '
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