Whimpers in the Whelpering

Whimpers in the Whelpering

Hope springs eternal or so the poets say

But nothing seems poetic in Washington today

Battle on the wind, stalemate all a’grind

The blame, The game as who can best opine

There’s whimpers in the whelpering

Oh, the little pups so fine

There is no hope, no helpering

For those who love to whine

A battle for security we asked for vows to win

Promises they make to keep until the tests begin

But one is standing firm it seems until the battle ends

They’re Trumped, They’re stumped, And soil their vast Depends

There’s whimpers in the whelpering

Oh, the little pups so fine

There is no hope, no helpering

For those who love to whine

Mitt came in a full on wail to prove he does not quail

We’ve never won, Its how its done, Republicans just bail

Not that they are weak, just only in the knees

They got a plan to make a stand if the press agrees

So now the people wait with dread anticipation

Ignored again, stuck again, a sad capitulation

The pattern can be broken if the truth be spoken

Find the spine, Hold the line, Courage can be woken

But, there’s whimpers in the whelpering

Oh, the little pups so fine

There is no hope, no helpering

For those who love to whine

by Andy Torbett

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