Checking the Box
Junior Brown’s famed Grecian locks
Conceal a head full of rocks
While congress stagnates
His campaign obviates
All for the checking of the box.
Things aren’t always as they appear
Like the Senator having a beer
When he pulled it too soon
In that local saloon
He was miffed that Reid made him come here.
It’s as plain as the nose on her face
That Brown is losing the race
He is not a nice guy
In a suit and a tie
So he tries to rile up the base.
Says Brown she’s no Cherokee!
Why she is as white as me!
She won’t show me her files
So there’s something to hide
It’s the only explanation, you see.
As his gaze hit the side of her face
The professor gave not a trace
It’s a family trait
Not an object of hate
And it’s clear junior Brown has no case.
No matter how often Brown mocks
Claiming Warren was being a fox
Brown’s problem is with gender
So to the Senate we’ll send her
At the polls we’ll be checking the box.