They Smile in Your Face

Who could have thought the GOP,
The party of the super-rich,
Would find its likely nominee
Besieged by wannnabes who bitch
How Romney laid off working stiffs.
It’s brought about ironic tiffs.

Newt, Ron and Rick would rather want
To disallow the owners most
Of what so many love to flaunt,
How much their corporation grossed?
Why no! The aim of this attack
Is stabbing Mitt square in the back.

If Democrats were to lament
Obama’s pushing Medicaid,
Which bleeds the richest one percent
Would he feel any less betrayed?
The O’Jays sang: They smile in your face,
And prophesied: They wanna take your place.