Upchucked

United behind their fearless leader, invincible Senate Democrats march implacably toward inevitable triumphant victory over their soon-to-be-vanquished foe.

The Democrats are suited up

Their steely gaze is leveled at the foe

The other side will find out that they’ve screwed it up

The Democrats are getting set to blow.

They’re writing up their talking points and soon they will hit send

The Democrats are itching for the fray

They never will surrender, capitulate or bend

Or compromise or meet someone halfway

Assembled in their phalanxes they cast a giant shadow

The ground is shaking underneath their tread

They’re marching on the studio to go on Rachel Maddow

And then go home to hide beneath the bed

The Rubicon is forded and they’re on their fateful path

The sun is glinting off their blades of steel

The Democrats are massing so prepare to face their wrath

Unless, of course, you want to make a deal.