Archive for March, 2009

Dick’s Chute, Shoot Dick

March 31, 2009

Dick Wagner got his walking papers
And now a golden parachute;
It opens for twenty million,
Not bad for getting the boot.

He is still on the GM jet
Flying the plane right to a cliff,
He couldn’t drive a profit at all,
But now wants a departing gift.

He said he’d work for a dollar a year
To get our tax payer dollars,
But now that he has lost his job,
He’ll glide with bright white collars.

And Gettlefinger gets the finger
For workers on the line,
Those who build the value of cars
Need contracts redesigned.

Before Dick floats with twenty million
Like a treasury thief who loots,
Let’s shoot dick before he jumps
For a landing that WE choose!

John Boehner, the Tan-imal Trainer

March 30, 2009

John Boehner, The Tan-imal Trainer

John Boehner
The Tan-imal trainer
Called the press to show us his folder.
Nineteen pages
Were the rages,
But no numbers or anything bolder.

The tan orange GOP
Pulled out the stops
In his spray-on electric tan.
Is this a blue print?
Or a PR stint?
Maybe a coloring book needing crayons?

Where are the numbers
You belabored and lumbered?
Under your Ohio state orange tan?
Is it in your salon?
Are your numbers gone?
Is this what your party demands?

So Mr. Boehner
The tan-imal trainer
Call the press when you have numbers to show.
And maybe you’ll learn
Before your numbers burn
And lose that technicolor glow.