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.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
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.
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.
Friday, May 7, 2010
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."
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."
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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.”
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.”
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.”
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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…”
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…”
Monday, May 3, 2010
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.
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.
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