T’was 5 November
the night ‘fore the election
And all thru’ the nation,
our tempers were a-flaring
Angry Americans way beyond caring.

Gunny G, in his bathrobe
With a Guiness in his lap,
Had shut off the boob tube,
tired of political craptrap.

When all of a sudden,
There arose a few howls,
Gunny G peered out his window,
And saw Obama and his pals

They had come for the Gunny’s wallet,
They wanted his bucks
To redistribute to the takers,
Solyndra and other such fakers,
Who were nothing but lazy stupid f*cks.

Barry snatched up Gunny’s cash,
And quick as a wink,
Jumped back in his Chevy Volt
taking everything,
including the sink.

He rallied his minions
Who were all driving Volts
The Gunny could tell they were out
To fleece this nation of dolts!

On Biden, on Waxman,
On Frank, on Pelosi,
On Wright and Freeman!
On Oprah, on Reid
He screamed at the bums!

They took off for Chicagoland,
And as they drove off into the night,
Barry waved with his hand
at a country so weak and without fight,
That the people willingly bent over,
and then Congress came over
and gave them a bone of their own.

So if you’re tired of Obama’s crap
stop taking a nap, 
grab your hat, get your coat
and get off of your ass
GET OUT TO VOTE!