The Political Heckler
Whether he crab-walks around
crowded caucuses
or barges into partisan
conferences,
he's impervious to rank,
menacing as a lance
with his irreverent, working-class
nonchalance.
Flaunting his right and his might
as a taxpayer,
he glares in the eye at senators
at the foyer,
telling them if much-privileged
idiots could fly,
Congress would be an airport
from on high.
Really not much of a preamble
kind of dude,
he calls politicians boorish,
slovenly and crude
who look and act stupid because
they really are;
that's how regular he goes straight
for the jugular!
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