The Shutdown: A Poem

On the 1st Amy woke without work
Because Congress is being a jerk

Deemed "nonessential"

By those influential

She must keep from going berserk.

Positive thoughts gave Amy a spark

"Perhaps I can explore more of the park!"

When she walked to the start

she was shot in the heart-

"GOTCHA" was the congressional remark

All the federal  lands are closed

While the budget’s belligerently opposed

Foreigners on vacations

Are stopped at entry stations

Unable to raft, camp, climb or propose

So with that bubble popped, Amy went home

Her only source of entertainment now Google Chrome

First she read, then she blogged,

Then she looked for new jobs

This shutdown was quite bothersome.

Another plan for Amy’s distraction:

She could do science instead of inaction!

She sat down and logged on

BUT THE DATA WAS GONE

USGS is part of the chain reaction

"Well it's grant season," she finally said,

And though she'd rather be dead

She went to apply for NSF

But the site made her frown

It was were completely shutdown!

"No job, no grants... WHAT THE EFF!"
 

We hope the shutdown doesn’t last long

And congress realizes what its done wrong

Pulls its head out its ass

And lets the FUCKING BUDGET PASS

For Amy’s sake, can’t we just get along?

Both of these animals are furloughed. Both of them love their jobs.