It's only there for to cream Paul Ryan.
'Cuz when it came down to that debate
It seemed his boss wasn't even tryin'.
He won't let that dreadful failure
End up in their derailment.
Really, he's glad, oh, he's gladder than glad.
(Yet he polls now are lookin' so bad.
Will Obama be a passin' fad?)
Now there's some sad things as we know
But ain't too much sadder, Joe,
Than the jeers of clown
Who is on his way down.
Now, if he appeared to laugh too much
It's only to camoflage his record.
And tho' he tried to slough it off
There's simply no hidin' that it is chequered.
It could be nitrous oxide
That caused his laugh-fueled squawks. I'd
Sure like to know
Was it meds made him cackle and crow?
Nukes, Benghazi--he went ho, ho, ho.
Antic Santa disruptin' the flow.
Now there's some sad things as we know
But ain't nothin' sadder, Joe,
Than the jeers of clown,
Who is on his way down...
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