“The Tea Party Sonnet” by James G. Piatt

I listen to hoary words of protest,
They are mealy diatribes of straw,
A trip into the world of continuous flaw;
Standing on street corners all abreast,
Wearing American flags all neatly pressed,
With their strident loud guffaw,
Decrying for Obama to withdraw,
In the darkness of the moody night
While marching heatedly to an fro,
They yell and scream in panic fright
Trying to keep all of their green dough,
They keep all the truth out of the light,
In doing so, create misery and woe.