Mr. Congressman; Mr. Congressman

Mr. Congressman, Mr. Congressman isn't that you; why don't you
like veterans?
Don't we do what you like to do? Or what we ought to do?
Who are you Mr. Congressman; you said you were there for a party;
I have no parties; I have a business to run; and we are not looking
for your kind of fun; that you seem to think you can do
Because you want to.

Mr. Congressman, Mr. Congressman; is there room for impeachment
that you seem to reach because you drank too much of that stuff
that you tell young people not to drink; but you are drunk!
I understand Mr. Congressman; your state gave you a gift; you
did nothing with it; but there was nothing to do for you.
Still; if you notice; there are those of us who think the Congress
Is a place that we are to be represented.
You did not you fled.

Oh, Mr. Congressman; we the people; still are the people.
And we still pay the rent; that you do not live there.
You also seem to have the withall together that you do not
do anything wrong to us. Wrong; Wrong; Wrong

God Bless America! You are still here even if Congress went to lunch.

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