A Very Strange Bird

A very strange bird is the Senator.

He sits in his chamber all day.

He sleeps while he works,

Enjoying his perks,

Pretending he’s earning his pay.

I long for the life of a Senator.

It would free me from worry and strife.

If they would just hire me,

And when they retire me,

Give me a pension for life.

But I know there’s no need for a Senator,

Though he is sober in thought.

I say don’t hire him.

I would just fire him,

For it’s all a capitalist plot.