Mr. Smith goes to Washington. What does he find?
Gridlock! On a grandiose scale.
Voters sent him to get stuff done,
Like Frank Capra's old fairy tale.
But Senator Smith will be hog-tied,
By obstructionist trolls and jerks,
Whose bitter distain for We the People,
Compells them to gum up the works.
So the senator takes up arms,
In a partisan brawl of accusers,
While Americans watch with a cynical eye,
Knowing that we'll be the losers.