Tea Party Taste Test

The pedestrian kettle steams on to the Capitol pyre With a weight watcher tonic; more lean legislators to sire The Grand Old Party a taste of the aromatic brew doth require Medicinal tonic blended to alleviate bloating gout of every Democratic squire Preferring their watered-down, generic brand, constipated digestive tracts go haywire The savy financiers sit on the sidelines in their cozy markets ignoring the taste test flier The partisan grit clogs the filter producing a quagmire The vitriolic ingredients boil over causing a rancid fire The billowing smoke rises and streams to the patrician choir The generic master brewer in his white house stews in the demagogic mire Commercial winds sweep in fanning the flames causing the heat to reach dome's spire The regurgitated grounds spewed forth to every intoxicated shire Democratic gainsayers scare the elderly that the side effects are so dire The rest of the squeamish plebians in their depleted hovels continue to sip their Common Roast with ire