Asphalt Goes, Neither Left Nor Right Knows What It Is Doing

Once upon a time, about seven hundred  billion dollars ago,
there lived the  Cavemanelli's,  packing their suitcases to go;
on a family trip to Washington BC, the  capital of a great land,
where two bushes were worth  more than what waited on hand;
wanting to be there when one candidate would be voted to reign,
assumed they'd be left with Obama, ready to  right off McCain.

When suddenly Rocco Cavemanelli  screamed loudly at his wife,
"Did you see  my club?" he demanded,  adding to the  strife;
though old and splintered he of course  held it so very dear,
maybe she sold it at her  cave sale from his gut he  did  fear;
for  he  had hoped  to grab, like the tail of his dog as it wags,
Sarah by  her hair,  all the way back to Alaska planning to drag.

His teenage daughter  cried out "Oh dad you're so Neanderthal,
it’s the year 208!" from behind her  self imposed stone wall;
"And where is my flag?" he bellowed  until his dark revelation,
it might, like our  weapons, disappear in  an Obama nation;
yet  looking back to other presidents  so many of them  blew it,
their job  he  then concluded, even a Cavemanelli could do it!!