On the retirement of three stellar lights at the US Senate

So lets bid a Senatorial farewell,

To Helms, Thurmond, and Gramm

Soon they'll be running in Hell

Still serving the interests that paid them well

Helms you'll recall: created a racist, jingoist pall

And reigned at Foreign Relations, y'all

Further debased this ill led nation

May he find a home with Satan

Thurmond, who changed his politic

From White Supremacist to hypocrite

Who has lived far beyond his time

May his legacy rest, soon, in quick lime

Gramm: Texas finest son

Whose wallets fattened by Enron

Who fought civil rights and progress

And tainted what he touched, for largesse

The Senates now a better place

But remains the seat of our disgrace

A place peopled by the venal, and lame

The jackal and vulture, and there remains

So much more of the same

   Warren Leming