With Apologies to Stephen Sondheim

Isn’t it rich?
Aren’t we a pair?
You on the ground smoldering
Me in mid-air.
Send in the drones.

Isn’t it bliss?
Obama approves.
The DOJ now recommends
No sudden moves.
Where are the drones?
Send in the drones. 

Just when I stopped knocking on doors
And marching in protest of Middle East wars
We won election again and lost irony
Replacing it with
Hypocrisy.

Don’t you love farce?
My fault I fear.
You have a right to stay silent
Forever my dear.
But where are the drones.
Quick send in the drones.
Don’t bother, they’re here.