Capital hill party

Ears plugged, the batter of chins, drum of gums, flap of lips, flailing of tongues
Eyes bugged, gnashing of teeth, thrashing of air, wrung hands in despair, oxygen emptied lungs
Veins popping, jaws dropping, a din never stopping, old men that sputtered and stuttered
Gasps and wheezes, coughs and sneezes, oaths uttered, profanities muttered
Argued until they went blind, swore that to their party they were aligned
True to their voters, ran their mouths like motors, knowing all was combined
A game that they play each and every day, that is when they're here and don't disappear
Gone on a jet to a paid vacation they get, to reappear when elections draw near
Not an idea of what they'd signed, they went together, wined and dined, a toast in amends
Slapped each other on the back, until next year when they come back, all the best of friends