Obama's part:
Please, Mister Boehner, can we get real?
I know just how your caucus feels,
So throw 'em some meat, hose the saps down,
Remind the bastards you lost.
Elections have consequences you all say
until the times it goes our way,
then it's "That's just a fluke," "nobody knew."
No, hey, remember, you lost!
Get over it now, Boehner.
You keep raising the stakes,
like -- "Do a triple gainer
into a pool of snakes."
Your thugs say if they can't eat all they want,
then they will burn the restaurant.
Adjust a few meds, crack a few heads,
And let's get on with the show.
Boehner's part:
The past has taught us nothing
We'll drive straight off that cliff
And hope folks won't remember
When the winds of changes shift
It don't really matter what you all do
We'll fight this fight til I turn blue
We'll kick down the sty & spit in your eye,
Deny, defy & I'll even cry
If that's what it's gonna take.
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