Oh, For Goodness Sake

The Sorrows Of The Strung-Out Birther

The Sorrows of the Strung-out Birther
Upon the Occasion of Her Disbarment

Written in the Style of Goethe
(As imagined by Politijabber Peredur)

Oh! Sturm und Drang! Oh! Drang und Sturm!
Obama that Usurping Worm!
Our Movement now in Disarray,
Whilst Holder sips on his Latte!

Sanctions cost a pretty Penny.
Ich bin now a plain Miss Jenny.
Hear the ticking of the clock.
Is it time to cry, “Klopstock?”

Mein days in Court are over now.
It’s back to being ein Hausfrau.
The Board told me “It wasn’t jokin’”
And Ich must “Nicht Gerfinger-poken!”

Alas poor me! My Weltanschauung
Is wrapped up with that guy named Wong.
They laughed at me. It kind of hurts.
It aggravates mein Weltanschmerz.

The hardest thing of all to face–
I NEVER MADE IT TO FIRST BASE!
Sadly, like a True Believer,
I have gotten Birther Fever.

So now I seek a lonely Tower,
Or perhaps some shaded Bower.
Someplace that is dimly Lit.
So I can throw a “Four Plus” Fit!

I’ll Hold my Breath ‘til I turn Blue!
Lay on the ground, in circles slue!
I’ll stomp the little bugs beneath
Then go back home, and pull some Teeth.