Tea Bag Blues Poem by timothy young

Tea Bag Blues



I man whose motor is always going
Always thin always moving
Standing up for what is right
Hoping to get in a argument not a fight

The tea bag crowd will have their day
But will be like the Bull Moose in the way
That their politics will be short lived
And they, their movement, will have died

The same as the labor party in our land
Although they may make a stand
Get some people elected they shall implode indeed
Then we will see that all will not bow to thee

To defend the American way
To stand up to outsourcing today
We all should buy American good not punt
The money away, buy from home front

I understand that we are in debt great
We must be able to create
Jobs and make our country strong
But less no celebrate by ringing the gong

There is much work to be done
There is will be much fun
Rebuilding a land in great need
We got one shot please don’t sneeze

At the chance to make this country great once more
To make create, participate in the next world wars
We are trying to not have to fight again
The soviet union the Iraqi’s the Taliban

We shall fight no more
Stand up men no more war
No more men dying
No more people crying

We are fighting in a land I can’t understand
Fighting dying in the desert sands
We killed the old leader the old regime
So now the problem is ours you see


But as I wait for the time to come
I hope the good lord will see me through
Because we all have something in common
Every land and every movement that the good lord
However you call him is on the side of all whom believe in him

The other thing we all need
Is healthcare indeed
For all the people in this land
why not? I can’t understand

healthcare for all in everywhere
for you and me and uncle Sam
as the country can only stare
as the country can only deal with some much Spam

as the super majority is all we thought we needed
but indeed it is still being weeded
out of the conservative banter
that blocks something that will stir them up

trying to block the president stuff
all because Joe the plumber
and people like him there train of thought
hold all up insurance company bought
the votes to do something that is so wrong
the bill so hot that dems thought it should be touch with tongs

but all that could be done will have to be
to rescue the whole thing blocking up ever bill
blocking stopping filibustering to stop thee
from having a bill way up on capital hill

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