The Creed of Ryan

With peacock pride Speaker Ryan reminisces,
Recalling memories of fellow keggers pissing,
Standing at urinals, dispelling their brews.
Back in the stalls some not holding their booze.

Trashing lessers who feed at public troughs,
His own entitlements not of the very same cloth,
The tax breaks and tuition he got at the time,
His later plans removed for those in their prime.

Most of us remember our moonlight reflections,
Sharing with others our romantic dejections,
Our cramming, then taking the bothersome tests,
They often were occasions for weekend fests.

We were mostly thankful and supporting of others,
Celebrating mutual triumphs and their daily bothers,
We had no thoughts or plans of taking away,
The futures of others who seek fair play.

Selfish frats, pledges we’ve always known,
Who feel they’re entitled like selfish gnomes,
They revel in the failure of lesser beings,
Seeming to praise while they plot their sting.

Paul rose to Speaker of the lower body,
Pushing legislation best known as shoddy,
Growing body muscles in a furnished gym,
While his reasoning and heart are very thin.

Always seeing self as the grand achiever,
While cutting social programs with a cleaver,
Seduced by the rich and licking their favor,
But treating others like a plantation slaver.

He follows the gospel made for corporate lust,
While taking tax money for rich man’s trusts,
He justified his actions with the brew of Rand,
A merciless script that wastes public land.

Abandoning sacred doctrine like dental floss,
He gives policy a twist of his Catholic cross,
Greed is good and selfless is bad,
This corporate creed is ironclad.

James Hoover is a recently retired systems engineer. He has advanced degrees in Economics and English. Prior to his aerospace career, he taught high school, and he has also taught college courses. He recently published a science fiction novel called Extraordinary Visitors and writes political columns on several websites. Read other articles by James.