Eggs tossed.

Eggs are a weapon of choice
So are tomatoes (or tom-hey-toes, depending)
But eggs I find slimier
When thrown at the ugly face
Of that despised politician,
Love to watch the yellowish goo
Drip down the collar of his navy-blue five-thousand dollars suit,
A dash of rather orange ending on his silk red tie
Love to see the stunned reaction on the idiot's face
A guy with that greasy hair look
And indeed a guy who just walked out of that
Greasy Spoon joint across the street
Where he had the decency to have an order
Of Grits and Scrambled eggs
(After which sumptuous repast
He always leaves a generous twenty-five cents tip
For the ever-so-patient and tolerant Lucy)
And maybe not such an idiot after all
Considering he gets re-elected time and again
If we are what we eat as the saying goes
Maybe we are also like those we select for office.
A sad thought.