Some will not sleep well tonight. Some won't sleep at all.
We sorta feel like a small child on Christmas Eve....
Twas the night before SCOTUS, when all through the white house ,
Not a creature was stirring, not even the louse.
The fake outrage was prepped by Axelrod with care,
But still hoping that Karl Marx soon would be there.
The commies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of redistribution danced in their heads.
Sasquatch in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for tonight's fitful nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my choom to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The twin plumps Sotomayor and Elena Kagan,
Were playing softball and quoting Reagan.
"Man is not free unless government is limited."
Government healthcare should be prohibited.
Obama pondered their comments, was this a sign?
Will tomorrows SCOTUS announcement be a whopping decline?
Maybe I can distract with a trip to Colorado,
A story of my first date, or the hate for this mulatto.
Get some sleep, liberals.