Belly up to the Barr, boys
The AG is serving drinks
His cocktail known as Injustice
Reveals just how he thinks
It’s made with self-importance
And a Bourbon called My Way
And sweetened with lots of Artifice
Which causes Truth decay
Drink one and lose your balance
Drink two and numb your mind
Drink three and reason disappears
And the Constitution is maligned
This Barr is in the White House
Where the Cabinet is filled with boos
For anyone who won’t imbibe
And toast a host of trumped up rules
That’s why all the sycophants
Drink though the night to Don
‘Cause if they’re ever, ever caught
Driving drunk they won’t be gone
For abuse of their hoarse power
Won’t place them on a legal docket
As precedent will let them go
While the AG kisses, but in the President’s back pocket
Where so many others pay lip service too
Especially members of the Senate
Who talk and talk and talk a lot
But then forget they ever meant it
They do the president’s knotty work
But if the tied should ever shift
They’ll jump from his back pocket
Before constituents are miffed
So, belly up to the Barr, boys
For as long as the people will allow
In time there’ll be a price to pay
Even if the Barr Bill is a zero now.
Greg Lewis
Woody Creek