Six Seasons And A Movie…

I’m not a huge fan of reality shows

But one that I think would impress

Is a battle-royale style contest between

All 535 folks in congress.

We’d give them katanas and send them away

To a place that’s devoid and bereft

And let them do anything they want to do

Until there’s just one of them left.

The final survivor gets to be president

And the senate and house get refilled

By neighbors and bosses and IRS workers

And anyone else we want killed.

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