Poems of the Week

He Keeps a Stompin’ But He Can Come In

by Orel Protopopescu

“House Republicans stormed a closed-door hearing Wednesday to protest the Democrats’ swift-moving impeachment inquiry…”
—The Hill

“13 Republicans involved in impeachment protest already have access to hearings”
axios.com

(to the tune of Little Richard’s “You Keep a Knockin’”)

House members stompin’ say they can’t come in.
You keep us out? they say, we’ll barge right in!
Your secret hearings are a cryin’ sin,
and we’ll be comin’ back to try it again!

Here comes Lee Zeldin, Rep from New York One. (Ha!)
Why is he cocky, like a loaded gun? (Whooo!)
He’s got a seat, so why this bombin’ run?
He always stays until the hearing’s done!

Trump told him this is how we’re gonna win,
show me you love me, go and barge right in.
To turn this thing around, we need some spin.
You gotta have the guts to pull out the pin!

So Zeldin’s stompin’ down the road to Hell,
his belfry ringin’ like a broken bell.
He can’t smell sulfur, got no sense of smell.
That should be useful in a prison cell. (Whah!)

He keeps a stompin’ but he can come in.
He’s got to show the boss his skin’s not thin. (Whooo!)
Not easy playin’ rage not genuine,
knowin’ your party is a loony bin.

He keeps a stompin’ cause he doesn’t care
about the process that he calls unfair.
Next time he better bring a potty chair
to hold the crap he’s spewin’ into the air! (Whooo!)

House members stompin’ say they can’t come in.
You keep us out? they say, we’ll barge right in!
Your secret hearings are a cryin’ sin,
and we’ll be comin’ back to try it again!