Poem For Midwest Mitch
There once was a man named Blagojevich
He had to scratch his wallet's itch
This Rod was both cock and bitch
Screwing anyone to make himself rich
To The One he made his monied pitch
Only to be stuck in the muck of a media ditch
With his foul-mouthed, politically connected witch
But his words they can never successfully stitch
The story that spells his end, as it goes off without a hitch
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