It seems to me ironic
In about a hundred ways
That those who can’t pass bills for years
Want wars to end in days
They write words on a paper
Then have a second look
Then want us all to marvel at
The courage that it took
They send out press releases
That they want the press to quote
And say that in a month or two
We might just get a vote
Remind them something’s urgent
And ask them what they say
They’ll shake their heads and tell you,
“Son, things just don’t work that way.”
But strike the heart of terror
A brutal realm and sickly
And they will say, indignantly,
“Can’t you do it quickly?”
Arrogance and ignorance
Are basic to their crime
They can’t construct a railroad
Let alone run it on time
A plague be on their houses
And on their senates too
Let’s turn them all out on their ears
(well, maybe keep a few)
And while they daily fiddle
And mark up what they’re writing
The very best and brightest
Go out and do the fighting
They heard the call of duty
And they’ve kept us safe through wars
Every day they do their jobs
For pity’s sake, do yours!