Spare the Rodham, Save the Nation
Save the great nation
We certainly don't need
Another alienation
International isolation
Foul, froward irritation
Sandpaper like frustration
Angry, self-absorbed
Proud egoist in office
Clean the White House
Don't let in this feminist
Females are perfectly fine
The majority sweetly sublime
Congenial most of the time
But Senator Hillary Rodham
Seems somewhat mean
Perhaps also politically green
A bit bitter, eerily on edge
Walking off a gruesome ledge
Running full steam ahead
Salivating for the spotlight
With Hillary, not all is right
Her rough facial expressions
Definitely and truly say it all
It's not about party for me
Issues prevail most assuredly
Nevertheless tact and diplomacy
Is a prudent virtue politically
Offending people relentlessly
Attacking people aggressively
Isn't the way to endear humanity
Nor make people draw near happily
Maybe Hillary will listen and hear
Transform her ways this year
Surely she is knowledgeable
Though not a damsel delightful
Nor a princess peaceable
Her demeanor is frightening
As she seems on a mission
National health care I like
I'd love to have it when I'm old
Yet with global leaders abroad
Will Hillary arouse and scold?
Truly this what I see troubles me
Her approach to foreign policy
As I behold her neurologically
My interrogation skills enlighten me
Body language clearly gives her away
It's not just what she does say
But more so how she says it
Factually she's most accurate
I don't feel her when she speaks
I get a bad vibe and the creeps
Ironic it is when you look at Bill
He is charming, polite, and real
He should teach Hillary to feel
When she addresses audiences
It's not just about getting applause
President Clinton readily connects
Humbly acknowledges missteps
Communicates with composure
Why than can't he teach her?
I guess he's just a natural
Nevertheless they're both brilliant
Hard-working people and diligent
I just don't think Hillary's got it
Yet we must vote Democratic
The GOP has become too powerful
Bush Co. at war must soon go
The balance of power must flow
The national debate will soon show
The ideal candidate for us to elect
Somebody will earn our respect
Spare the Rodham and reject
Her abrupt interpersonal inability
Our nation needs peace and tranquility.
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