Between a rock and a really hard place

(A Political Satire/Opinion/Parody Aimed at One or More Public Figures)

Schi-brun, Schi-brun, tatatatata-tata. Schi-brun, Schi-brun, tatatatata-tata. Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers couldn't have danced this one any better. Nowadays every two weeks at every commissioners court meeting, you can be witness to the magic of the steps of two or three moving as one and then ask, “What do you get when you sandwich a Sciaraffa between a Bruni and a Brunner?” You get Brunaffa, a combo deluxe commissioner who runs with the pack, dances with him who brung him, and acts a little bit like he's been coached on how to vote.

Ode to Frank:

Scared Schiaraffaless

for how my county does business

Brunaffa, why oh why do you so hurry through a vote?

Did you know “rubber stamp” has become your public service footnote?

When did you read all the material? Are you voting from a script?

Dittos like you are one-timers who end up in the political crypt.

Your tombstone will read: Here lies Brunaffa, the rubber stamp man.

How stupid of us to believe your every campaign promise and plan,

Brunaffa, what's that blank look on your face?

Are you dreaming of Beamers and your next race?

So much potential, Brunaffa, did you show,

But with every vote, it's the real you we've come to know.

Oh, Brunaffa, how you trampled on the oath.

Of all those false pronunciations for service we are loathe.

We didn't elect you to play follow the leader.

How is it you've become such a bottom feeder?

Brunaffa, it is so very unbecoming

to see you a grown water boy always doing the running.

Brunafa, we shoulda' known when you no-showed the debate

That we who helped you were making a terrible mistake.

Some on the sidelines at first called you un tremendo ,

Now, Brunaffa, we can read the fine print: ya no me estas conviniendo .