i was handsome and smart
or so the nuns all told me,
eyes of blue with
a winsome smile,
a thinker, a tinkerer
a fine midwestern demeanor
but if all that were true,
what’s up with these
Paul Ryan Bye-Bye Blues?
that ryan boy will go far,
the farm folk all claimed
d.c.’s a brutal place
he’ll know how to tame
a bright light
in a dark time
is what they said,
solid and sober and
steady of hand
the world my oyster
as i bestrode this land.
so much promise and
potential to share,
a prophet of profit
with a kindly stare
but if all that were true,
why am i singing these
Paul Ryan Bye-Bye Blues?
it all turned to crap,
they’re all now saying,
from the left and the right,
nothing but braying
i’m smarmy i’m stuffy
an unprincipled hussy.
as if i’m some snake,
just can’t catch a break,
oh, i got me a bad case of
the Paul Ryan Bye-Bye Blues
how did this happen
to good-hearted paul ryan
who answered the call,
an...
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