Pundit Press

Barry at the Bat

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Chicago team that day,
the score stood 50 to 42 with one inning left to play.
So when ACORN died at first and SEIU did the same,
a sickly silence fell upon the leftists in the game.

A socialist few got up to go in deep despair, the rest clung
to the hope/change which springs eternal in the human breast;
they thought if only Barry could get a whack at that,
they'd stuff in more false ballots now, with Barry at the bat.

But Rahm let drive a single to the wonderment of all,
Biden, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball.
When the dust had lifted and they saw what had occured,
there was Biden safe on second and Rahm a-huggin' third.

Then from the gladdened commies went up a joyous yell,
it bounded from the mountaintops and rattled down to hell;
it was heard out in Chicago where all the crooks were at -
for Barry, gay marriage Barry, was advancing to the bat.

There was pride in Barry's manner, he stepped into his place;
Arrogance in his bearing and a smirk on Barry's face,
responding to Hollywood's cheers, he grinned and tipped his hat -
no socialist in the crowd could doubt, 'twas Barry at the bat.

The blue states were cheering as he dished out more dirt,
the red states all hissed him as it all stuck to his shirt;
while the flyover states got the vote out trip by trip -
defiance gleamed in Barry's eye, hatred curled his lip.

The votes came in with Barry behind, and in deep despair,
the boys in Chicago were helping but Barry was not there;
coke dust and ganja smoke rose up from the shed,
"not to worry guys," the crooked Rahm Emanuel said.

From the blue states filled with losers came up a sullen roar,
like the beating of the storm waves from an Indonesian shore;
"Stack the ballots, stack the ballots," shouted someone on the sand,
its likely they'd have stacked them, had not Barry raised his hand.

With a grin of villainous treason, poor Barry's visage shone,
he stilled the rising riots, he bade the count go on;
he signaled to the teleprompter, the boring game went on -
Barry wasn't worried yet, he knew which lines were drawn.

"Fraud" yelled the Socialists, the Chicago answered "Fraud,"
One pompous look from Barry and the communists were awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his anger strain;
they knew that Barry was about to pass the blame.

The sneer is gone from Barry's lips, his teeth are clenched in hate,
he calls for cruel violence, but he knows it's getting late.
Now the count is coming in, now it makes the air -
the angry glare from Barry, he thinks it isn't fair --

Oh, somewhere in Indonesia the sun is shining bright,
back here in Chicago, the thugs have just begun to fight;
the tea party is cheering, Republicans begin to shout --
for Barry, that composite Barry, has finally struck out.





Please bookmark!