Let’s install a pole in the capitol
so our congressmen can better entertain
on Sunday morning television.
Like strippers in a dank club,
they tease and tantalize their base.
For just a few dollars more and a few more votes,
they’ll fulfill your every desire.
Slinking out of his suit and tie,
the esteemed Senator from Exxon Mobil
will promise to keep those disgusting gays from marrying
if you buy just one more dance.
He’ll make sure those lazy liberals own guns
after you take him to the VIP room
and to once and for all outlaw abortion
if you donate just a little more cash.
But no matter how many drinks you buy,
no matter how late you wait by the stage door,
our duly elected representatives go home
with the CEO of the multinational
and in his bedroom on silken sheets,
they remove caps on pollutants while being spanked.
When he penetrates, they reject worker safety
and in spasms of ecstasy they repeal the capital gains tax.
Then you’re laid off to improve quarterly earnings
and realize who’s really getting screwed.
All of my U.S. readers who believe politicians should not behave like cheap strippers should support Bernie Sanders.