The Political Cabaret

The curtain rose on Monday morn, another headline freshly born! A tweet was launched, a gaffe was made, a carefully constructed plan unmade. The talking heads began to shout, of what this all was now about. We read our lines, we took our place, with fixed and smiling, panicked face! Oh, what a week! What a show! Another Friday, here we go! The script is wild, the plot's insane, we're singing in the pouring rain! We hit our marks, we belt our notes, on sinking, spinning, burning boats!

Is this real life or just a play? It's the Political Cabaret! By Tuesday's dawn, the plot had turned, a different bridge was brightly burned. The experts clash on cable news, with contradictory, angry views! A hearing's called, with righteous rage, they're turning to a different page! But wait—the page was blank, you see! Or written in emoji, maybe? Oh, what a week! What a show! Another Friday, here we go! The script is wild, the plot's insane, we're singing in the pouring rain!

We hit our marks, we belt our notes, on sinking, spinning, burning boats! Is this real life or just a play? It's the Political Cabaret! Did the writers just give up? Did they just fill a poisoned cup And pass it 'round and call it 'plot,' for characters who've lost the plot? We look for logic, for a theme, a pleasant, patriotic dream. But all we find is dissonant sound, as the whole stage spins round and round and ROUND! Oh, what a week! What a show! It's Friday night, so here we go!

The script is wild, the plot's insane, we're singing in the pouring rain! We hit our marks, we belt our notes, on sinking, spinning, burning boats! Is this real life or just a play? It's the Political Cabaret! Until next week's dramatic start! (He takes a bow and falls apart!) FIN!