The Capital Shaker

There are many in our capital Who share the same genome They prefer to follow Liars in that hollow But there’s a fix to that So see if you can swallow Punching holes in the dome. I’d then pick up that capital And flip it upside-down And wouldn’t it be nice To shake it once or twice So all the brain-less grains Of sugar, salt, and spice Pour onto the cold ground. But that would leave just lobbyists Toting devil’s favors As their stock and trade Let’s rain on their parade And send them all back home Since only homemade Can improve D.C.’s flavor. I wonder if our founders Who built on those acres A building square and plumb Conceived it filled with bums They’d pull out their wigs If the best that it’d become Was the capital shaker.