This is my take on the months leading up to March 2010.

Now where is our president?
It seems like all his time is spent,
Hawking lies under a tent
Stuffed with those who think that gent
Was, oh yea, heaven sent.
Telling us that common sense
Which, his has, long since went!
Should be given up for lent.

His lackies think they're on the scent
Of knowing best, they're so hellbent
Ramming health care 'til we consent.
Then when all the money's spent
They'll tax our one last sickly cent
Hoping we'll yield and repent
To the one who's heaven sent.

We try conveying, facts, potent.
But our leader's ears are bent
To those from where the money's sent.
Rather from constituents
Who can't even make a dent
In lefties brains, thick as cement
We just don't want our dough misspent.

But their greed is the portent
Cause voting day, they can't prevent.
Oh won't it be a grand event
Watch them squirm to an extent.
Their untrue ways they'll resent
"A second chance?" they'll lament.
"No, you're fired!" is our comment.
Oh, more is less government.