In D.C., there's a brothel where whores

Collectively go by the name "Senators"

And in thousand-page bills sneak in

Bribes with which their favors to win:

A billion and a half bucks Sanders gets

So blind eyes turn while in ours he spits;

Thrown at painted lady Collins billions more

From funds meant to secure our southern door;

Together Murkowski and Begich bed down

With top-stinking rot from each fishy town,

As whority leader Reid and bedmate Heller

Gamble away our dough down in the cellar;

Is it rain, Corker, Schumer, and Hoeven's shower?

Nope, it's gold for lawbreakers they empower;

And Madam Napolitano? Yes, she can take each measure

That works, and gut and corrupt it at her pleasure.

What was Rubio saying about code language,

A path to where cruise ships carve out "free" passage?

It's Amnestybill Horror II: Wash, rinse,

Repeat. And just stop asking, "Where's the fence?"

Bills Senate whores pass, which no one has read,

Get them kickbacks galore, and us just kicked in the head.