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.