coward

Paul Ryan's reputation's built on gas;
he's no grand strategist, to think deep thoughts.
The economics he pulls out his ass
comport with what the season's donors bought.
But now, he's quit, retired at forty-eight
invertebrate crawled back beneath his rock.
While others sweat to make this country great
he'll never have to punch another clock.
Without a spine, he never took a stand; 
however money spoke, he'd never balk.
His legacy's been written in dry sand;
no evidence he ever walked the walk.
Whatever hopes Wisconsin vest in him,
his finest effort's all saved for the gym.