Of loot they’re full, rapacious guys,
Whore bagmen for self-gain.
On perp-full “mountain,” slattern sleaze,
Unloved, with poo-fed brains.

America, America’s Congress ain’t there for thee—
Low-down no-good crook brotherhood
That’s C-O-N-ing me.

Of loot they’re full; their tills replete,
The country in a mess.
The thoroughfare to fleecedom, sweet!
The trough is where they fress.

America America’s Congress has got a maw
That serves the role of the asshole
And gives us shitty law.

Of loot they’re full, most zero goons, ridiculousness rife,
Who only self and patrons love
And blow those patrons’ fifes.

America, America’s Congress, a sty of swine
Whose hoggishness would hogs impress. . .
Sated at the feed line.

Of loot they’re full, a payoff team;
Their oinking you will hear
As they move back of you to ream
Their bills right up your rear.

America, America’s Congress has sodomy
Down very good; their bugger wood
Will be in your heinie.