Poems of the Week

Mine, All Mine

by Edmund Conti

At that point, it was my baby.”—William Barr, on the Mueller report

Yes sir, that’s my baby
Congress, don’t mean maybe
Yes sir, that’s my baby now

Yes, ma’am, we’ve decided
Kamala, I’m gonna hide it
Yes, ma’m, you’ve been slighted now

By the way, by the way
When I go to Congress I’ll say

Yes sir, you don’t need it
No sir, you can’t read it
Yes sir, that’s my baby now

By the way, by the way
When you call me back I’ll still say
Yes sir, that’s my baby
No sir, I don’t mean maybe
Yes sir, that’s my baby now