Ode to Dick

Ode to Dick

 

You are the symbol

We all look up to

The all and the mighty

A hard drinking fighting man’s man

You Wyoming womanizer you.

 

Rise up, oh Dick

Recharge your pacemaker once more

The democrats want to deflate you

Those whimpering pussies.

But we know what you’re made of, dear old Dick

We’ve seen our bank accounts

Surge like an oil gusher

Thanks to you and your war.

 

You’re quick on the trigger

And you’ll shoot friend or foe

That much we know.

You carry a big stick

A strong, silent type of Dick

And you swing it like you’re Mick.

 

We love you Dick

That’s our song

And we sing it proudly.

We love Dick

We love Dick

He’s our man

To hell with the Democrats

Next stop Iran!

 

 

 

Notorius B.I.E.B. gets sprung from the big house

The Bieber served a lengthy sentence of 4 hours.

What did we ever do to you, Canada?

Wha a Rush

What a Rush

 

by the unknown poet

 

In the paper today news of

Rush Limbaugh’s 400 million

Dollar contract,

His listeners lucky

To make 40 grand a year

While he convinces them

To vote him another raise.

There’s a sucker born

Every minute

And by my count

Every one of his listeners.               

 

I am not a crook. I am not a witch. I am not a bully.

What do these three statements have in common?

The Hard Sell

 

I got a call today

Someone selling gold bullion

By the troy ounce.

The usual scare tactics,

The dept is exploding

The country is imploding

We’re becoming socialists, no, communists

We’re the next Greece, no, Portugal.

 

Rich white people selling gold

Dug up by poor black people

To other rich white people.

Capitalism at work.

Glenn Beck would be proud.

 

Eight Is Not Enough

Eight Is Not Enough

 

 

Eight years is not enough

We need another Texan

To finish the job.

 

So close to another war

So close to bankrupting the country

So close to destroying the unions.

What this country needs

Is a good tax cut for the rich.

 

Vote for the Texas televangelist

And vote for God.

 

 

Pardon Me!

 

 

 

Ah … Scooter, the Scootster, Scooty

The office prankster

One of the good ole’ boys

Friend of Dick, loyal soldier

Willing to take the truth

To his grave.

 

I beg your …

I never promised you a pardon

But W gave the best he could.

Slick, that W, so slick

Saved the Scooter from jail

Where no Yalie belongs.

Put one over on all of us

But that taste, that smell

It’s everywhere

And we can’ get it out of our mouths.