Baloney. Ham. Pork. Pig!
You and your weiner have to find a new gig
Have you yet introduced your intentions to your flimsy facade?
Pompous walks through congressional doors and tweeting your wad
I don’t care if you want to sip seminal fluid from high heels
just put it on your resume it needs to be revealed
when hiring someone for a job to vote on laws applied to all ‘cept you
You’re salaried from my wages and during office hours its young ladies you pursue
Didn’t your mother ever tell you, “Put that thing away!”
Demented to the point of ruination no self-control your mainstay.
Politics is fraught with such lush debauchery these days
a den of vile opportunists, truth buried in a jungle haze.
This poem is dedicated to Anthony Weiner and his weiner