Said one House rep to another,
“I’ve a little scheme for us
Which eliminates confusion
And all other kinds of fuss
As when people will examine
All those little things we do
To help out corporations
Which then help me and you.
We will hold a secret meeting
And we’ll pass a little bill
Which will shield us from inspection
While we’re working on the Hill.
When it’s passed it’s good insurance
Since it makes things disappear
From the kind of observation
That we House reps have to fear.
We had made a major error
When we voted to create
That OCE, which makes it hard
For us to obfuscate.
So it’s time that we reduced it
From the place where it can cramp
To a menial position
Where it’s just a rubber stamp.”
But there came the sound of trumpets
And a great light in the sky
And the House of Reps was ringing
With a bold and daring cry:
“Don’t you realize that people,
Even dumb ones in the street,
Might catch on to what you’re up to?”
Came the word count of a tweet.
And the House reps felt ashamed then,
And they knew they never ought
To behave in such a fashion
Or at least to not get caught,
So they shrugged at one another
And slipped back into the shade
Where their votes are sold in private
And where every deal is made.