Welcome, oh welcome to the world of reform,
Where truth is elusive, confusion the norm!
Where thinking comes only in partisan form,
And people, we’re just at the start of the storm!
So hear me divulge the sad story of woe.
I wish I could tell you it just isn’t so,
But trouble’s aplenty where foe faces foe
Behavior starts slipping and standards get low.
In one corner stands the old party so grand
The party of Lincoln who once saved our land
Their numbers depleted, an overthrown band
See them in the chambers as they make their stand!
A plan that is public creates great distress,
Just growing the government won’t fix this mess!
Absolute power just leads to excess!
(But what’s their alternative’s anyone’s guess)
Determined they stand with a look in their eye
That says they would hell and high water defy
And right in the face of that president guy
Their spokesman will utter: “you lie,sir, you lie!”
Opposing them is the great Jefferson’s crew
Who feel that their moment is long overdue
Their numbers once meager just suddenly grew
From liberal Yankees to dogs that are blue.
With such a great army they should be victorious
And stand at the summit with splendor so glorious
But fighting themselves is their modus notorious
And keeping together extremely laborious.
Their leader is suave and a speaker so gifted
And when from their task their attention has drifted
Or if without warning positions have shifted
He soothes and he strokes ’till their party’s un-rifted
So in their committees they lobby and fight
To save our great land from its medical plight
They often use words that are hardly polite
They wrestle and wrangle deep into the night
When every last partisan word has been said
When rules long held sacred are turned on their head
They offer the thing that the people all dread
A bill wide and sweeping that nobody’s read
And from this confusing and uncivil mess
Come speeches proclaiming a certain success
All quickly devoured by a clamoring press
But actual outcomes one only can guess
And far from the demagogues’ loud proclamations
Away from champions of grand obfuscations
Who speak to the cameras with brilliant orations
And bow at the altar of public relations
Spread over the reaches of this tired nation
Are havens of healing where doctors meet patients
Who carry burden of mounting frustrations
And end being listed as sad “complications ”
With all of the money the leaders are spending
The obvious message to us they are sending
It’s totally clear, there is only one ending:
It’s their own agendas to which they are tending
The patients are now in the poorest condition
We’ve put them all into this dreadful position
Ignoring the help of those greedy physicians
And trusting their health to those smart politicians