FOR DASHA ON THE OCCASION OF HER GRADUATION FROM HIGH SCHOOL

To Dasha on her graduation:
CONGRATULATIONS! You’ve done well.
Now study for an occupation
Whose art will help you to Raise Hell!
Become an independent thinker;
Avoid becoming some lipsyncer
To philososphes whom you’ll abhor
For getting you to mind their store.
Remember that your satisfaction
Is only ever guaranteed
When all of humankind is freed;
And this must come through its own action:
For anyone whom you must save
Will always only be a slave.

PALINOSCOPY (1): ABORTION CONTORTION

When Palin does examinations
On candidates she thinks steadfast,
Conservative abominations
Will always make her all-star cast:
Evangelizing politicians,
Or who opposed slaves’ manumissions,
Or birthers or the NRA,
Or any who hate Tina Fey.
But foremost… those would fight abortion -
Who’d love to see Roe vs. Wade
Forever after be unmade.
But how construe this last contortion:
“Unmaking” the Supremes on Roe,
Promotes abortion’s status quo?

OBAMA'S BATTLE PLAN

When will the general in Obama,
Step up and finally take command
Of this, a major U.S. trauma:
Transmuting ocean to wasteland?
A president should be commanding
Unless he wants a reprimanding
From voters who will turn him out
Beyond all shadow of a doubt
For doing nothing much but talking
While corporations like BP
Turn the Atlantic the Dead Sea.
I watched his speech and thought it shocking:
He doesn’t have a “battle plan”
At home…or in Afghanistan.

PALIN’S ENDORSEMENTS

When Sarah Palin picks a winner
You know the candidate’s absurd:
Because s/he is a born againer
Or else some other way’s preferred.
Take, for example, Fiorina
Who threw her hat in CAL’s arena
Then threw some money Palin’s way
Since she’s the upscale pol’s bidet.
She didn’t quite need her endorsement
But wishing she might maximize
Her chance at California’s prize,
She asked for Palin’s reinforcement;
And got it from the Bagger who
In future’d need the well to do.

POLITICAL CREATIONISM

The workings of our Constitution
Beyond a doubt are more complex
Than any other institution
Designed by our first architects.
Design like this is such a miracle
It’s doubtlessly beyond empirical.
Its origin is then unknown
So reason says it’s not homegrown.
Its genesis is beatific
Because, fine-tuned, so like a clock,
This prodigy can’t be ad hoc.
So reasoning that’s scientific
Will never help explain why it
Was ever caused by human wit.

A PROPOSAL FOR A CALIFORNIA INITIATIVE ON EDUCATION:

(THE CALIFORNIA PARENT RESPONSIBILITY IN EDUCATION ACT)

I’m sick of liberal education!
The teachers must play mom and dad
To kids whose parents’ valuation
Of schools is that they’re really bad;
Who think a classroom’s for interning
Their kids (like jails) and not for learning;
Where teachers must call down air strikes
To manage these obnoxious tykes.
Why isn’t there accountability
For parents of a student who
Gets grades cry beat me black and blue?
If they won’t take responsibility
For their own kids to help them learn,
Then strike them off their tax return.

PRIMARY 2010

The voters speak in our elections
But really don’t have much to say.
It’s not their fault. They’ve no conceptions
How easily they’re led astray:
By money from the corporations,
By preachers to their congregations,
By Sarah Palin’s billet-doux
To those with almost no IQ,
By parties with but one distinction-
Their names… But under lock and key,
Well hidden, are the powers that be
Who’ll drive this country to extinction.
Then voters will be qualified…
Since it won’t matter they’re tongue-tied.

“LEFT” TO OBAMA…

The liberal “left” has grown unhappy
Because Obama had a plan
That now appears all shot to crap. He
Is openly the middleman
Between the neocon conservatives -
Who think the rich need their preservatives:
Like “bailouts” when financials tank
(While claiming we’ve ourselves to thank),
With less tort law for corporations; -
Against the “lefts” who’d like him to
Pretend it’s not our Waterloo
To help avoid the complications
That comes from being Democrats
Who hide their John Wayne cowboy hats.

FUTURE SHOCK

I shot up with computer virus;
Felt its mutation in my head.
Now when I date I have to wire us
So I can think straight: I’m co-ed!
Both yin and yang now in me hover,
Which gets confusing as a lover-
Besides my head, my body parts
Transform themselves (with some false starts).
It oftentimes is mortifying-
Recalling if I’m Geraldine
Or Gerald or… some in between.
Though it can be self-satisfying
Because when I am on the shelf…
You’ve heard it said, “Go fuck yourself…”

STUNTED

The goal of U.S. politicians-
The thing they want most to avoid-
So hire “media technicians”-
Is keeping us from being deployed
As modern, civilized free thinkers.
They’d rather train us their lipsyncers
As preachers do, to keep us clods,
By praying to the Fraud of Frauds.
Eliminate the Constitution.
Become like Texas, no Op-Eds:
It’s better having empty heads
That will allow the execution
Of thoughtful men and women who
Are not sub normal in IQ.

EDUCRAP: CHICAGO STYLE

Obama’s funding education
So Arne Duncan holds the place
Of pander to the corporation
Of states so willing to abase
The tireless work of union teachers,
Egged-on by boosters in the bleachers-
His corporate friends, Chicago hacks,
All Monday morning quarterbacks.
They think good teaching’s manifestable
And so would cut back teachers’ pay
So we’ll compete in their cliché
That argues we should all be testable
And then rewarded for our scores
With chump change like their Chi Town whores.

O YE OF LITTLE FAITH

A preacher thinking that Obama
Was certainly the Antichrist,
Thought he should end this awful trauma
So prayed to God. But, not sufficed,
He argued it was open season
For any with a goodly reason;
Then, rounding up a killing crew,
Went forth to make his prayers come true.
They laid in wait, made their connection-
A bullet right between the eyes.
God bridled… then bid this surprise:
For lo there was a resurrection-
Obama rose, looked round and then
Said, “Praise the Lord. I’m born again.”

RANDOM THOUGHTS: THE GULF OIL SPILL

If coalitions of the willing
Were all it took to get things done,
Then all the oil the Gulf is spilling
Would have the odds of holes in one.
How many times have we protested
That corporations have molested
What used to be our mother earth,
Transmuting her into Ft. Worth?
With no more brains than cauliflower,
A person can see that BP
Must be colluding with D.C.
It doesn’t take a Schopenhauer
To notice we’ve been played the fool:
That our misfortune is their rule.

“THE GOODNESS OF GODLESSNESS” (FOR PHIL ZUCKERMAN)

The godless are less homophobic;
Don’t live a life that’s filled with dread;
Are open so not xenophobic
When someone offers them French bread.
Are playful with their sexuality;
And tolerant of abnormality-
For instance, having anal sex
With those who suffer birth defects.
The godless, too, are better looking;
Are better parents to their kids,
Encouraging their little ids
To empathize with those are hooking.
And finally their morals stress
It’s folderol to say, “God bless.”

RAPTURE INSURANCE

“To those whose beneficiaries
Will not be raptured up to God-
And take it from our actuaries
Not many bodies get the nod-
They’ll not collect the life insurance
That you have left for their procurance
Of living life without dismays
Will happen come the “end of days.”
But listen while I make this offer:
We’ll pay you for your policy
Right now before you meet JC.
This pennies - on- the - dollar proffer
Might seem unfair but when we pay
Your loved ones can’t lock you away.”

LEAR REDUX

“Who is this moke who keeps complaining
About us funky homeless who
Are sick and tired of his maintaining
We are an infestation to
His home to be eradicated
Because we aren’t domesticated,
Don’t live our lives from 9 to 5,
As he does, yet we still survive?
You know what I think? He’s just jealous
Because we’ve looked into the void
And none of us has been destroyed.
It’s true though he can often smell us
But what he smells is his own fear
That, homeless, he will die like Lear.”

A HOUSE ON THE GOLF COURSE

Our urban landscapes are a setting
Where homeless men and women graze
Without the bother of homesteading
Except in streets and alleyways.
They’re free to run all helter-skelter,
To use our yards as private shelter;
And when they need to shit or piss
They turn our homes into Abyss.
You’ll say I have no fellow feeling
But as I lay me down to sleep
While counting endless fucking sheep,
I hear the sounds of their freewheeling
And fantasize of having fun
By shooting my first hole in one.

CHURCH STATE SEPARATION ACCORDING TO LEVITICUS (FOR HARRIET FRAAD AND JAMES M. KAUFFMAN)

I’m all for church state separation
So let God’s people separate
To formalize a Christian nation
Where if you want to masturbate
You’ll suffer death, if caught, by stoning;
Or even if you’re telephoning,
If work related, you will pay
If “doing” on the Sabbath day;
Where you may sell your only daughter
A slave and all that will suffice
Is that you get her sticker price.
But what can lead to certain slaughter
Is wearing clothes of diverse thread…
Your death’s then better left unsaid.

CANNIBILISM AMERICAN STYLE

By gastronomic inclination,
I have a taste for high-end meat;
Would argue we pass legislation
For eating bankers from Wall Street.
Just think of it: we’re drinking, toasting
While on our barbeques were roasting
The bankers whom we’ve hunted down,
Killed, skinned, and spitted- turning brown.
With cheese and crackers, friends and neighbors-
Who’ve lost their jobs and so are broke-
Will savor bankers, drinking Coke.
And when it’s back to our poor labors,
At least we all will be well fed.
What’s left will mulch my flowerbed.

BOOBY TRAPS…21st CENTURY STYLE

A scholar neocon was thinking
How to unleash the dogs of war
As had old Hearst whose pen and inking
Had let slip one or two before.
He thought if he could add a smidgen
Of good Old Testament religion,
And patriotic daring-do
For good old boys- red, white and blue,
Then claim who only had book learning-
And were but brainy sycophants
Of philosophes who live in France-
Had brought it on with their flag burning,
He’d lay some modern booby traps…
As he’d once done with missile gaps.

LIBERALS, WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS…(FOR DANIEL KURTZMAN

"You sanctimonious, race baiting
Perjurious Repug-nicans
Who see the U.S. gravitating
To any who speak Afrikaans
Because you claim Barack Obama
With half a chance would fuck yo mama,
Are ignorant, corrupting prudes
Who ogle girls but sleep with dudes.
Your world’s so filled with lies and lying-
From Cheney, Bush to Palin, Beck
With brains no bigger than fly-speck-
You just can’t help all your denying
And do it with mendacious ease…
Case in point: WMDs."

CONSERVATIVES, WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS… (FOR DANIEL KURTZMAN)

“You spineless, Jesus-trashing sinners,
Amoral, brainless demoncrats
Who’d gladly give Osama dinners
As long as they were free of fats-
I’m sick of all your business bashing
You… liberals so busy cashing
The checks I write to get your vote
To keep this gun beneath my coat.
I want it there to shoot up muggers
And all with such like pedigrees
But now I’d shoot you, damn PCs-
Flag-burning, wimpy-ass tree huggers;
And stand and do it in full view
Of wussies like ACLU.”

OBAMA’S ENDORSEMENT !!!!!

“Endorsed by President Obama!
O please, God, no! There’s some mistake.
Who needs the spiteful melodrama.
Why can’t a liberal catch a break?
I’ll have to trumpet missionaries,
And trash abortion, eco-faeries,
And then I will be forced to laud
The U.S. as an act of God
Or lose Fox News, my corporate donors
Can mobilize tea party hicks
To end a life in politics
By passing off simplistic boners
As if it’s wisdom. What the hell…
I’ll go rehearse my rebel yell.”

DIRTY GIRLS : CHURCH COUNSELS WOMEN ADDICTED TO PORNOGRAPHY (NYT MAY 3, 2010)

“You women in the congregation,
I say it’s time we grew a pair
And put the devil, masturbation,
Back deep inside his hairy lair.
I say we end our porno frolics;
Admit that we are sexoholics
And take Lord Jesus in our hearts
And, secretly, our other parts:
Pray fill us with your second coming
As you did Magdalene your first
Who turned apostle, was well-versed
In helping you with your mind-numbing
Attempt at resurrection so…
Although it’s true… she was a pro…”

THE PREACHER AND THE OIL SPILL

A preacher saw the oil spilling
And organized to fight it back
By calling crowds of people willing
To drive off anything that’s black,
Especially offshore immigration
Into his God’s most favored nation
Of men and women, Christian whites,
Who’d had enough of colored blights.
He marched them to the shore of Ocean,
A million strong, then turned and prayed
His God would help with their blockade.
From out at sea, a swirling motion
In snaky coils of black climbed air
Swept down and laid the beaches bare.

PERVE

“I pray to you, O Holy Father,
Who represents Our Lord on earth
But Whom I’d rather not now bother
(Although He was of virgin birth)
To bless me with your intercession
And so I would make my confession
To you, O Pontiff. Hear me, please.
Il Papa, I’m on bended knees
And beg you for your consecration.
Allow me, please, to kiss your ring;
And, if you want… your other thing.
Cure Mother Church of aggravation
So we can go on saving souls…
But, Pontiff, O… their buttonholes…”

EXCERPT FROM THE PRESIDENTIAL INAGURAL ADDRESS, 2012

“I’ve sworn upon this Holy Bible
That I will never separate
(Or else may I be hanged a libel)
The Holy Christian Church and state;
And will amend the Constitution
So it provides for execution
Of any whose formal address
Does not include the phrase ‘God Bless;’
And pledge to use my lawful power
On any pro gay marriage laws,
Or women who have burned their bras,
Or any who’d despise Jack Bauer.
Let liberals suffer Christian wrath
In final vengeance for new math…”

GIRL FIGHT

Liz Cheney is new competition
For Sister Sarah Palin who
Has sent all others to perdition
Because they made a big to-do
About the fact that her undoing
Was her performance interviewing.
It’s Sarah Palin, theocon,
Against Liz Cheney, neocon.
But Lizzy is Dick Cheney’s daughter,
A woman who each night she dreams
Hears lawyers racked with tortured screams.
I tremble at the coming slaughter-
A girl fight over politics
When both of them are "chicks" of Dick’s.

THE CONSCIENCE OF A BANKER (WHO ASKED NOT TO BE IDENTIFIED)

“I was a Goldman megabanker
Who moved from Goldman Sachs to Chase
But this engendered so much rancor
I feel that I must state my case:
It really shocked the whole profession
That Goldman started this recession
Then asked the feds to go our bail
By claiming, ‘We’re too big to fail.’
Well… true enough but that’s no reason
To land us in the blogs’ tabloids
As preternatural hemorrhoids.
My conscience thinks of this treason;
And so I moved, with no regrets,
Where I now trade in national debts.”

SUPER LOTTO DEMOCRACY

“A moneyed democratic polity-
Where each alone is free to strive
To lift himself out of equality
Of being a member of the hive-
Can’t be allowed the immorality
Of taxing me into frugality.
Instead of cars, vacations, boats,
My income goes to buying votes
Of Congressmen on tax committees.
Who gives a shit how many poor
Can’t live the life of epicure?
That’s why we’ve got Atlantic Cities
And lotteries: to scratch the itch
That lets them think they’ll strike it rich.”

ERUPTION

From Iceland’s rock, a call of nature
Erupted dumping clouds of ash
On Europe so their legislature
Has proffered pots and pots of cash
To who drops megatons of Drano
Into the mouth of this volcano
And helps dissolve this archetype
Of Mother Nature’s sewer pipe.
Alas, this puny interaction
Has failed to get them free and clear.
But poisoning the atmosphere
Has brought new life and satisfaction
To BIG POLLUTION’S dialogue
About the greatest source of smog.

JIM CROW (for EARL MAL)

“I’m just a redneck motherfucker;
But don’t mean I ain’t got no brains,
So don’t think I’m some fucked Klu Kluker
Believes the blacks ride gravy trains
Into the land a Hallelujah.
Us good ole boys can sometimes fool ya.
I worked with coloreds in the mines.
We’re all dogs there. A man’s bloodlines
Don’t count for shit when you’re a worker.
You either pull your load or don’t.
Ain’t never heard a black say, “Won’t.”
Knew one ole boy, a stone berserker,
So kind a hard to get to know,
Taught me to hate this guy Jim Crow.”

THE PROBLEM WITH THE DEATH PENALTY FOR CHRISTIANS

I’d like to sit in FINAL JUDGMENT
As DEATH appeals before the COURT
To be allowed to pump the sludge meant
To send wrongdoers to consort
Eternally with HELL’S own DEVIL
So all the folks back home can revel
At wretched souls, most Black and poor,
Who’ll suffer everlasting cure.
But why not argue public stoning-
That’s what the BIBLE says to do;
Or CRUCIFIXTION. Whoops. A Jew,
Named JESUS, did all man’s atoning
GOD said’s required for purging crime.
The problem is it takes some time!

UNCLE NOBLE

" Got me a uncle, name a Noble,
A good ole boy an’ Palin vote,
Who nearly like to went Chernobyl
When someone said, to get his goat,
'Noble, she’s just a politician.
You watch. They’ll make her deposition
To all the money she done took
And then she’s just another crook.'
Now Noble he’s about to scuffle
When he sees that it’s just his friends
Was goosin’ him to go lose ends.
He smiles an’ says,'Pigs diggin’ truffle?'
'You betcha, boy. She’s in the muck
Like all them all...to make the buck.' ”

BORDER CROSSINGS “reasonable suspicion” LA TIMES Wednesday, April 14, 2010 4:06 a.m. PDT

In Arizona, immigration
That is illegal has become
The subject of a celebration
By those who think, “The ‘wets’ are scum.”
These same folks think that crossing borders
Is legal when we’re lobbing mortars
As long as it is carried on
By order of the Pentagon.
They whoop and holler, “We invaded
A country like Afghanistan
To help kick out the Taliban.”
Who live there legally. We’re hated
Because the U.S. border tends
Wherever it pays dividends.

THE SANCTITY OF CONTRACTS

JPMorgan Chase Says Contracts Too Sacred To Give Homeowners Another Chance

“I used to be a mortgage banker
Who bundled loans to be resold
Until the market lost its anchor
And set us back a billionfold.
At first it happened quite mundanely;
And then it clobbered us insanely:
A tidal wave of subprime loans
Deep-sixed us down to Davy Jones.
We used to think we walked on water;
But now we’re sunk beneath bad debt
And know we need a safety net
To help escape the coming slaughter
Of banks which like the killer whale
Were thought to be too big to fail.”

A HISTORY OF SARAH PALIN’S CAREER (6)

The night they found out they were losers
McNasty came to Palin’s room
And kicking her around as boozers
Will often do to lift their gloom,
He raged, “God damn! How do you figger?
We lost election to a nigger!
What is the U.S. coming to?
A land that was red, WHITE, and blue!”
Now Palin, almost beaten senseless,
Stood up on shaky legs and said,
“You’re old school, John, a dunderhead
Who’s left the Party near defenseless.
So go on stage, concede defeat.
You’ll beg me for your senate seat."

A HISTORY OF SARAH PALIN’S CAREER (5)

In secret, Palin met with Putin-
A meeting that was de rigueur
Because the Russian like Rasputin
Thought everyone had laid a lure.
“We’re nervous when you say ‘You betcha.’
Is code word somehow for ‘We’ll getcha?’
What happens to the applecart
McNasty die from broken heart?”
Now Palin thought all this confusing.
Did “broken heart” mean what she thought?
He thought she’d gotten second spot
Because John's tired of self-abusing…
When finally their talks recessed,
She’d laid his puzzled head to rest.

A HISTORY OF SARAH PALIN’S CAREER (4)

When Palin first met with McNasty
It was at lunch where she said grace.
Aware he’d had angioplasty
And what it might mean to the race
And to herself, an up-and-comer,
(Not to be dubbed Team Dumb and Dumber),
She begged that till Election Day
He wouldn’t turn up DOA.
But after they had won election,
Then she would try with all her art
To see he had a change of heart.
She’d see that he received protection:
She’d order tactical support
Until she ordered his abort.

A HISTORY OF SARAH PALIN”S CAREER (3) (KEEPING UP MORALE)

When Sarah Palin was campaigning,
She had a late night meeting to
Stop strategists who were complaining
McNasty was a dipsy-doo.
She’d taken off her coat, suit jacket
And said, “ You boys’ll have to hack it.”
Then taking off her blouse and skirt,
She said, “You work too hard.” Alert,
They watched her stretch. Then she, reclining,
Said, “Come on, guys, let’s all relax.
Now who gets firsts? Help me climax.”
And then she started in outlining
Exactly what she wanted done
And promised more on Air Force One.

A HISTORY OF SARAH PALIN’S CAREER (2)

Back home she studied on her Bible
To be McNasty’s running mate.
I’ll take advice from Ester’s tribe. Bull
Will help me to eschew debate.
There is no sense in me competing
With those inside the beltway. Tweeting
Is what I’ll do to blow my horn
To let them know a star is born.
And if the old man is defeated,
I’ll still be there to keep the base
From giving up the polling place.
Then when he’s done I will be treated
As royally as Ester was;
And we can dump the liberal scuzz.

A HISTORY OF SARAH PALIN'S CAREER (1)

Ms. Sarah Palin lost her panties
While she was hunting for a moose
In woods at least as dark as Dante’s.
Search as she might it was no use.
She came across a fellow hunter
Who had been sent out to confront her.
He held her panties in his hand
And aked, "You'll do as we command?"
Then Sarah knew with instant clarity,
This was the start of her career.
She shucked her pants off, bared her rear,
Bent over saying with sincerity,
“Do with me as you’d have me do
Republic(rats) and God bless you.”

TOW THE ER FO ABE L B

When media manipulation
By partisans who are old pros
Insist upon the stipulation
Which loudly states: “Anything goes,”
Then we’ve put up a Tower of Babel
Where Abel’s Cain and Cain is Abel
Depending on your point of view
And what you want to ballyhoo.
Then our incomprehensibility
At who we are, what we believe
Is so much laughter up their sleeve:
For no one with the sensibility
God gave a rock would lend an ear
As malice sermoizes fear.

SYMPATHY FOR THE HOMELESS

For those of liberal persuasion,
A homeless man and woman are
A symbol of our affirmation
Of letting people live sub par.
Are their lawns watered by a bladder
Or fertilized with fecal matter;
Do they live downwind of a smell
Can paint the home in which they dwell;
Do they wake hearing spastic farting
A homeless man makes as he shits;
Or screaming alcoholic fits;
Or stinking trash left on departing-
Beer cans and bottles, dying pards?
You’re dead you go near their backyards.

666

1
Why should I post while on vacation?
The answer’s evil never sleeps
Or takes a break. So education,
The kind that really plays for keeps
Whose job it is to make men moral,
Must beat back evil when they quarrel;
Then, branding it as contraband,
Must hurl it down to No Man’s Land.
There evil finds its proper dwelling:
A Pandemonium of souls
Whose heads are stuck on ends of poles
Where they can practice at their yelling
Of epithets on which they feast
Until at last marked by the BEAST.
2
And foremost is the TEA BAG NATION
Who, middle aged (all lily whites),
Began by yelling that taxation
Is converse to their civil rights
Under the U.S. Constitution;
And so propose as their solution
To put an end to this distress
By bringing down the IRS.
And so dissolve the federal union
A freak so hated by their God
They’re certain He’d want it outlawed;
And so restore the first communion
Of states where every man could own
His wife, his slaves, what he’s homegrown.
3
They, in discussion, can’t be civil,
Ill-educated as they are;
Who think debate is mostly drivel
Except what’s hottest in NASCAR.
And like those cars with their propulsion,
They’re driven hard by their compulsion
To be a winner, win the prize
That seems to go to other guys.
Unlike the cars at Talladega-
Which used to be straight stock V-8
But are no more (they’re out – of –date)-
They’re not the alpha and omega
Of anything. They’re total wrecks
So idolize the Palins, Becks.
4
And what these trump is coded whiteness
Which leads their bagger retinues
To give up any false politeness
And spit on “nigger faggot Jews.”
Thus savaging the First Amendment
By sending it around the bend. Meant,
By theoconic neocons,
To resurrect these woebegones.
And speaking of a resurrection:
What of the Sermon on the Mount
Which calls a Christian no-account
Who hasn’t sense to see complexion
As Jesus did, a brown skinned Jew,
Who taught the world of love’s true hue?

(TO BE CONTINUED)

IF ONLY I COULD

If only I could hurl invective
As easily as Palin can.
She's certainly way more effective
Than any in the Ku Klux Klan.
Then I could make my commentaries
RSVPs to mortuaries
Where I could bury whom I want;
Upholding others I would vaunt.
If only I could paint a target
On whom advisors tell me to
As Sarah does on Black and Jew,
Then I’d have mastered all the argot
Tea Baggers use. Then help them mate
With others who are retardate.

THE STATUS QUO

You wonder why I would bedevil
Our politics and scourge with rhyme
Politicos from highest level
To those still clawing up from slime?
The pols, protecting bankers’ winnings,
Now claim banks need our underpinnings:
“Too big to fail.” So they propose
To make my kids pay through the nose.
As well, they have us intermixing
And trying to play catch-as-catch-can
With rebels in Afghanistan-
The Taliban who are deep-sixing
Our soldiers who would never go,
Knowing they’re playing tic tac toe.

A CHRISTIAN BIRTHER'S IMPRECATION

“We ought to pray ‘God, kill the president’
Because the Bible tells us to.
An African illegal resident
Can’t fathom our red, white, and blue.
America’s a Christian nation
Devoted to the soul’s salvation
So pray to God till your last breath
He puts the president to death.
Obama is a downright traitor.
In fact he is the Antichrist
Who’s pulled off history’s greatest heist:
He stole the cape of our Creator:
He’ll save the world. So let’s to work
And rid the earth of this berserk.”

AID AND COMFORT TO THE ENEMY?

The Texas Board of Education
Has hardened history standards that
Will help define us as a nation,
From Christian Fathers first begat.
And so has made the Constitution
Scaffold for the FINAL SOLUTION
Of all who hold that church and state
Does not uphold that “God Is Great;”
Or aren’t the progeny of Adam
Whom God kicked out of Paradise
For listening to his wife’s advice
When what she said He had forbade’em
Thus making U.S. public school
The equal of Islam’s Kabul.

AI

America’s an idiocracy
Where truth’s in pawn to what you think;
Wherein the essence of democracy
Is summed up in “My shit don’t stink;”
Where homage to Creation Science
Throws down the gauntlet of defiance
By building an amusement park
For reveling in Noah’s ark.
Where else on earth is it conceivable-
Except perhaps the Middle East
Where truth is actually policed-
The Bible isn’t make-believable;
That there’s a God Who’s well thought of
Shows grace in holocausts of love?

DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL

So now we have another Cheney
Whose patriotic fervor is
As loopy as her father’s strain. He
Who put us in a deadly tizz
About WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION.
Now Liz has learned from his instruction-
Say what you want. If you dig in,
You won’t land in the loony bin.
As long as you stand firm, unflinching,
And take your hits until Fox News-
Whose job is cock-a-doodle-doos
In favor of a legal lynching
Can take your side- your devotees
Will claw up from McCarty’s sleaze.

WING NUTS FOR JOHN AVLON

The real “wing nuts” are pols like Bunning
Who use their power in the state
To dupe the crazies out there gunning
To fortify their towers of hate.
If Bunning’s not completely clinical,
His pandering is downright cynical
As evidenced by Tom De Lay
Who was the lobbyists’ mainstay.
In Bunning’s stand on unemployment,
He argues benefits don’t work
Except to help the shirkers shirk.
So his solution is deployment
To death traps like Afghanistan
Where they’ll be shot up to a man.

FOR ANGLER (aka DICK CHENEY)

What is it with these politicians
Just packing up and moving on,
Not wanting to face inquisitions?
This wouldn’t happen in Iran.
Iran’s pols answer to objections
Of voting fraud in their elections
Is sending zealots to the streets
Where they deliver “meet and greets.”
If we had had more years with Cheney
We wouldn’t be in such a mess
Where anything can cause distress.
The man could really feel our pain. He,
As in Iran, would take control
And run the liberals up a pole.

THE OATH KEEPERS' PLEDGE

I pledge to keep the CONSTITUTION
In my back pocket with my gun;
They're needful for the revolution
As much as any native son.
I pledge, as did our Founding Fathers,
To keep us free of likely bothers:
Like feminists and sons of slaves,
The liberals and redskin braves.
And all who’d smear us for flag waving,
And burn as rag what we salute;
Won’t show the Wets toe end of boot.
We won’t have any misbehaving
Which means away with Bill of Rights
The product of misguided whites.

REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN STRATEGY

Republicans are set on winning
Elections any way they can;
And so they’ve set out disciplining
Their candidates. Thus no PAC-man
Must ever make a contribution
To those who favor evolution,
Or would preserve the Bill of Rights,
Or are pro-gay in their sound bites;
Or any not against abortions,
Or who’d promote our public schools
Where deficit reduction rules.
Why put themselves through these contortions?
I said it first. They want to win-
As they once did when banning gin.

ONE, TWO, MANY PARTIES

Political participation
Might best be served if politics
Would abdicate the allegation
The other side is “cunts” and “pricks.”
I do not mean uphold civility
Or denigrate infallibility-
For pols must play at Genghis Khan
While they’re confused if pro is con.
What’s awful is two pole positions-
Republicans and Democrats.
Why not beget some more begats
To represent the suppositions
Of voters all? Democratize
What Publicrats monopolize.

OPEN SEASON

Obama’s equal opportunity
Is letting Wall St. bankers bet
Our money with complete impunity
By giving them a safety net
To save their troubled corporations
(Which bundle checks of large donations)
Which he claims are too big to fail
So we must help them to prevail.
Thus liberals with this mendacity
Have sunk us deeper in their mire
Where one day we will open fire-
Be nemesis to their rapacity.
No wonder they shout their alarms
About us owning firearms.

BACK TAXES???

What better way to run for President
Than commentator on Fox News.
If Sarah Palin once was hesitant
Or stumbled with her “I accuse,”
She now will have the Fox News writers
To keep her focused. “Freedom fighters” –
From those who fly “DON'T TREAD ON ME"
To Baggers who would live tax-free-
Can rally now they have a leader
And one who doesn’t pay her tax
On structures out in wildwood tracts.
In other words, she’s a tax cheater
As are they all: REPUBLICRATS.
So Baggers get off your high-hats.

THIS JUST IN...

Republicans “think” that Obama,
According to THE DAILY KOS,
Has generated all their trauma-
That he’s a fake and double-cross.
They think his skin’s phantasmagoric,
For breakfast juice drinks hydrochloric;
And see themselves at Valley Forge
Awaiting their imperial George.
They’re certain that he stole election
And now want their states to secede
To reinstate the Christian creed
So they can wipe out the infection
Of godlessness and guarantee
Destruction of the DMV.

THE CONSCIENCE OF A LIBERAL(FOR PAUL KRUGMAN)

A conscience that is “uninhibited,”
Like Krugman’s when he makes a case
In economics, is prohibited
By thinking might cause loss of face.
He’ll rant and rave at how Obama
Is dealing with the national trauma
But never gives a thought to what
Might really land an uppercut
Square on the chins of his advisors:
Let all who work now take control
Of businesses. This leading role
Should be removed from maxi(mizer)s
Of profits. Let him criticize
Capitalist “free” enterprise.

TEA BAG NATION

“These pointy-headed politicians
Want us to vote for their reforms-
All part and parcel of ambitions
Against God-fearing peoples’ norms.
Their thinking has grown so distorted
It’s too bad that they weren’t aborted.
I know that is a mortal sin
But’s better than their swearing-in.
And so I’ve joined the Tea Bag Nation.
I’ll vote for Sarah Palin who’s
Right-minded as Murdoch’s Fox News;
She’ll keep my taxes on location
Right here at home: keep out the fags
From marriage or wearing dogtags.”

THE LOGICAL IMPLICATION OF "CITIZENS UNITED" v. FEDERAL ELECTION COMMISSION

The Court has ruled that corporations
Have free speech, as do you and I;
So freely spend on commendations
For politicians who’ll comply
With helping them to turn a profit.
But I object. I won’t lay-off it.
We’ve proof that they produced hard times.
Let them be punished for their crimes.
You’re damn right I am disaffected.
But let’s assume they’re persons who
In justice should receive their due.
Indict them where they’ll be corrected...
No. Not in U.S. courts. A plague
On them. We’ll try them at The Hague.

FOR ALAN GEWIRTH

“Degrees of needfulness for action”
Is fought against and been deplored
By those who would resist subtraction
Of monies that they want to hoard.
They balk because this correlation
They think will raze them by taxation;
And so they leave no stone unturned
Protecting what they never earned:
They argue that it’s criminality
That they be forced to manumit
Or even add a little bit
To helping out the commonality
Who raised them to their present worth
Now left with wanting even dearth.