This Is Why I Stay In Metaquotes

From comments on a post of impromptu poems about Blagojevich - gate:

by notgruntled 

Whose seat is this, I think I know
He's headed to the White House though
He will not mind me using it
To make a fucking pile of dough

The prosecutors think it queer
To press for money without fear
Especially when you're wiretapped
And when the Feds are drawing near

I'll give the Chi-town press a shake
And say that it was all a fake
And pick a black guy for the seat
Who no one thinks is on the take

The list of crimes is long and deep
But in Chicago, talk is cheap
I'll bribe the jury; what the [bleep].
I'll bribe the jury; what the [bleep].