I posted the following a month or so ago at TOP, but given Bill's little kerfuffle with the BLM protesters yesterday, it seemed appropriate to share it here. (Sadly, it didn't generate much of a response at TOP - your typical Hill-bot obviously wouldn't know good satire if it jumped off the computer screen and chewed their face off. But I digress.)

Anyway, without further ado:

Forasum Prison Blues

Madame Hillry and her Consort
Were walking hand-in-hand;
"Can you just imagine," said he
"a brand new prison on this strand?"
If these shacks were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

If seven pols with seven mil
spread graft for half a year,
"Do you suppose," Madame Hillry said,
"That they could get it cleared?"
"I doubt it," said her Consort
and shed a bitter tear.

"Inner-city teens, come walk with us!"
Madame Hillry did beseech.
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
An apple and a peach:
And you Dreamers, won't you join us too?
Our hands we do outreach."

A gray-haired Counselor looked at her,
And shook his heavy head--
"I would not trust, my children,
A single thing she said.
If you're the least bit tempted,
Just take deep breaths instead."

But four teenagers hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their hair was brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
Madame Hillry beamed and clapped her hands,
"Now this is very sweet!"

Four other youngsters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All jostling for the merest glimpse
Of she they did adore.

Madame Hillry and her Consort,
Walked on a mile or so,
Then ascended to a platform
Conveniently low:
And all those eager youngsters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," Madame Hillry said,
"To talk of many things:
Of campaign cash--and speaking fees--
Foundations--Saudi kings--
And why the lucre that I've got--
Never came with any strings."

"But wait a bit," the youngsters cried,
"Before we chew the fat;
For those of us with cell phones,
Want to log on to SnapChat!"
"No hurry!" said Madame's Consort.
They thanked him much for that.

"A new penitentiary," Madame Hillry said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
For reducing urban crowding,
They're very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Youngsters dear,
the prison industry must feed."

"But not on us!" the youngsters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
But just then a phalanx of police cars
Came screeching into view.

"It was so kind of you to come!
You're all so very bright!"
Madame's Consort said nothing but
"Don't put those handcuffs on so tight.
And now we must be running 'cause
We have to catch a flight!"

"It seems a shame," Madame Hillry said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've raised up their hopes,
To knock them down so quick!"
Her Consort said nothing but
"Don't lay it on so thick!"

"I weep for you," Madame Hillry said:
"I deeply sympathize."
As she sorted prison lobby checks
According to their size,
Holding her silk handkerchief
Before her streaming eyes.

"O Youngsters," said Madame's Consort,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?"
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd locked up every one.