There once was a primary battle
That turned into meaningless prattle
The issues were gone
Tissued into a yawn
The truth is the voters were baffled
I'll tell you what's got me puzzled:
Is who is applying the muzzle?
No debate is allowed
On those old sacred cows.
It's really one heck of a puzzle.
Biofuels, farm bills, corporate tax breaks
Hunger, food riots, dinners of corn flakes
Hundreds of bases
In far away places
Some things just can't be debated!
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