John (the Speaker), whoes last name is Boehner
Once thought (poor chap) that it couldn't be plainer
A bill is a bill
Until it's a law
But then some new players
Did paid him a call
They explained, in loud tones, that we've made a mistake
Because, it turns out -- some laws are fake!
What happens up there, in our hallowed House chamber?
If you don't like the conclusion
You just stop being neighbors
There are no rules, it seems, for a working solution
If the rules themselves are the source of pollution
So forget that nice Bill, from Schoolhouse Rock
Apparently that lesson was simply a crock
The House can say "yes"
The Senate affirms
And then the president signs it
AND THOSE ARE THE TERMS
But, alas, it seems likely
That some managed election
So why write about something so serious this way?
Why write a dumb poem?
Why not just say:
The Law is The Law
You don't get to quibble
If you can't play by the rules
Then you don't get to nibble
At the way that our system is designed to thus rule
We vote, and we win, or we lose
And that's cool
I'm truly perplexed at these difficult junctions
About how to explain how our government functions
We've watched Schoolhouse Rock
Dang, we had it all figured
But Schoolhouse Rock is now reconfigured
Yeah, you're just a bill, up on Capitol Hill
And although you might find your way
To becoming a law
There are folks who guffaw:
"That process means nothing today"
this poem first appeared with opening comments on the psychologytoday website