John F. McCullagh

Gold Star - 4,762 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

The Parliament Of Whores - Poem by John F. McCullagh

There are some, who serve big business,
who spread them wide and smile.
Some others say they’re populists
“Spread the Wealth’s” their style.
Some are just obstructionists.
For them, delay is fun.
They all butt heads together
And by default get nothing done.
They are the US Congress,
I wish they’d close their doors.
A plague on both your houses-
you Parliament of whores!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011

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