You said you wanted health care,
Didn't like it as it was;
Now Obama has a plan,
Though it's a bit of fuzz.
Fuzzy to the people,
Fuzzy to the congress;
Suddenly, we're voting,
The thing that's thrust
upon us.
Have you read it's pages?
Only a 1,000 and more;
Who can read that all,
The healthcare is a war.
A war between the parties,
That can't decide or just agree;
The war that's being fought,
Without troops like you and me.
They'll shove it down our throats,
Just like they always do;
And we'll suffer it to pass,
Before this battle's through.
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