It Gets Good-Late At The Convention Poem by Richard Jarboe

It gets good late at the convention
They mate late at the convention
Everybody's getting high
Stick around and give it a try
It gets good late at the convention.

They got no brains just wagging tongues
They all think they're the chosen ones
Slogans galore and so much more
It gets good late at the convention.

It gets good late with no contention
The duffers go to bed after all's been said
Expense accounts kick in gear as the hookers appear
It gets good late at the convention.