The Wicked Witch of the Teabaggers

Basking in the honeyed glow
Those red sticks chime and flow
Bottlenecking from bottom to top
Lining the silver lips of her pot

A dash of dumb and a pinch of duh
Her witchy fingers move like a bug
Crawling into our minds so light
She brings with her an herbal plight

Spellbound we watch and stare
This beast with a**hole flare
No way we can trust their minds
The constitution is what you'll find

Yes there is a separation of Church and State
No matter what the beast salivates
Don't fear those spiny claws
Look at what's right and the tiger's flaws

A whipping wind is right around
But we stand and stare towards the ground
The twigs of justice, branches of law
Who can help but a little guffaw

Take cover under desks and closets far and wide
Soon these loons will take it worldwide
In Tornado Valley they drink and graze
They're nothing more than a Justin Beiber craze





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