VIII Arlene Ackermann
I started in D.C. It was no breeze.
The head of all their schools. I cut my teeth
On gangsters, sluts, and rapper wanna-be's.
With little brain pow'r lurking underneath.
Then, on to Frisco I was sent. Good grief!
One hundred sevn'ty thousand I desired.
I had to sue. They called me a damn thief!
'Twas severance pay. Hah! I could not be fired!
So Philly was the next bunch I inspired.
A five-year commie plan, their funds to drain.
They paid a million bucks if I'd retire.
And then I filed an unemployment claim!
My excellence, Obama recognized.
I was a brassy crook. He was surprised!
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