By Tarzana Joe
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In times like these
Before you sneeze
The media goes looking
For gals and guys
Cuts victimize
And that’s who Maddow’s booking
Like average Joes
I’ve watched these shows
Those broadcast and those buffered
Awaiting scads
Of Moms and Dads
Who, all this week, have suffered
The long parades
Of teachers’ aides
Afraid of being furloughed
The countryscapes
Or rotting grapes
That never will be Merlot-ed
The crises feared
Have not appeared
I guess we must have licked ‘em
Except for prides
Of White House Guides
Am I the only victim?
My lips are blue
My tongue is too
My sinuses congested
And hungry bugs
Attacked my rugs
My base boards are infested
They’ve slowed the courts
They’ve starched my shorts
There’s no gas for my mower
And chances are
I won’t fly far
My sinkhole’s sinking lower
I like my fork
In roasted pork
If budget cuts get bigger
They’ll be no swine
I’ll have to dine
On Mr. Ed and Trigger
To paraphrase
Judge Stewart’s phrase
You’ll know one when you see one
I’ve never stood
For Victimhood
But I guess I must be one
My vision’s vague
I’ve caught the plague
My boils all are festering
My back is out
I’ve got the gout
All thanks to the sequestering
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Tarzana Joe, the poet laureate of the Hugh Hewitt Radio Show, can be heard on air in the 3rd hour of the broadcast on most Fridays. His wonderful poetry can be found at tarzanajoe.blogspot.com
Please see his new site 1TrillionDollarCoin.com
Reprint with permission by Tarzana Joe, who can be contacted to pen the perfect poem for any occasion at tarzanajoe@reagan.com …see the linked form.