Put on your union boots.
Put on your Springsteen t-shirt.
Big mouth at last is mute.
We’re burying Christie.
Goodbye to right-wing lies.
No more obnoxious bully.
His waning hopes have died.
We’re burying Christie.
Parody of “Burying Davy” by The Decemberists.
Note: I wrote this six months ago in anticipation of this day. Christie’s slim hopes revolved around the marketability of his swagger, but he immediately lost that battle to Trump, which left him with nothing but his terrorist fighter shtick. That obviously didn’t work, to the regret of no one outside of his family and small circle of friends.