Hillary says poems don't belong in politics, but I can't help myself.

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Goldman Sachs is a Fat Cat

And knows that cheese is where it's at

If you want to attract a Pac Rat

Give a half mil to the Hill'ry

She won't put you in the Pillory

Like the hamster that Hillary is

She'll eat the evidence, gee whiz,

And say it was just Cheese Whiz

She'll run in the wheel

Until it squeals

And tell you it was Meals on Wheels

Until she gets a deal

Whatever they offer

Goes in the coffer

Cheek pouches grow fatter still

Watch fingers in the till

Like the Rodham that Hillary is

She'll even take money from the kids

But after all, it's nobody's biz

Good for the banks because it is

That's the way it's always been

Hillary is the establishment's friend

She's happy they put the stab in

That way, they can do it again

When she gets in, again

It's all relative

There's no sin

Even when

Her smile is getting thin

And she says to the youth

Hope can be so uncouth

The Bastille needs a roof

Honest Abe was proof

That good intentions are aloof

Even scripture can go astray

Like Goldman Sachs might say

One nation under fraud is the way

Always with a hamster a'play

Just loves the curds and whey

Free will just goes away

Must be something in the bait

That makes Hillary relate

To the Hedge Fund Prelates

Let them eat the cake

That Hillary Clinton makes

Should be a few flakes

If she bakes like Marie bakes

Somebody could get burned

Just like Harry Chapin warned:

Little boy blue and the man in the moon

Cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon

Authors Bio:

Conceived on west coast, born on east coast, returned to northwest spawning grounds. Never far from water.