Archive for November, 2009
November 30, 2009
The Tin Foil Hat looked for a head
While the Microwave looked for fear.
The Tin Foil Hat said, “I see Mr. Red.”
Mr. Microwave said, “Bring him here.”
Mr. Red looked in the glass window
For a hat that could keep him warm,
And the Tin Foil Hat approached Mr. Red
“You are the one I was forewarned.”
Mr. Red stared with crystal ball eyes and said,
“You should sit upon my crown.
You can nest where facts have left,
And my whimsy knows no bounds.”
“Sounds like a plan,” said the Tin Foil Hat,
“But you must befriend my brother.
His name is Mr. Microwave,
He moves fast like no other.”
“Pleased to meet you,” said Mr. Microwave
“I’ll cook up anything you like,
Like canned conspiracies of juicy rumors
So the facts can take a hike.”
“If you got ‘Birthers’ on the brain,
Or ‘Death panels’ for ‘Killing Granny,’
I’ve cook plenty of books and everything else,
Just ask Mr. Sean Hannity.”
“I see, I see,” said Mr. Red with glee,
“And I can see myself in the Tin Foil!”
“You know, Mr. Red if you got a cold head
You should come inside before you spoil.”
Mr. Red looked at Mr. Microwave
As he opened Mike’s door to inspect,
Then Red slid his head inside with Tin Foil,
And that was the end of Mr. Glenn Beck.
November 30, 2009
The Tin Foil Hat looked for a head
While Mr. Microwave looked for fear.
The Tin foil Hat said, “I see Mr. Red.”
Mr. Microwave said, “Bring him here!”
Mr. Red looked in the glass window
For a hat that could keep him warm,
Just as the Tin foil Hat approached Red–
“You are the one who was forewarned!”
Mr. Red stared with crystal ball eyes and said,
“You should sit upon my crown.
You can nest where the facts have left,
And my whimsy knows no bounds!”
“Sounds like a plan,” said the Tin Foil Hat,
But you must also befriend my brother.
He is the one and only Mr. Microwave;
He moves faster than any other.
“Pleased to meet you,” said Mr. Microwave,
“I’ll cook up anything you like,
Like canned conspiracies with juicy rumors
So the facts can take a hike!”
“If you got ‘Birthers’ on the brain,
Or ‘Death Panels’ for ‘Killing Granny,’
I’ve got many books and so many things,
Just ask Mr. Sean Hannity!”
“I see, I see!” said Mr. Red with glee,
“And I can see myself in the Tin Foil!”
“You know, Mr. Red, if you got a cold head,
You should come inside before you spoil.”
Mr. Red looked at Mr. Microwave
As Red opened his door to inspect,
then he slid his head inside with Tin Foil,
And that was the end of Mr. Glenn Beck!
November 18, 2009
A million trees are in mourning
Like Weeping Willows cry;
They wail in silence at an industry
That makes them fall and die.
They sacrifice their tall proud bodies
For fantasy, fiction, and facts;
They are the tools by which we read
And keep our brains intact.
But a million books in dark warehouses
Like slaves to corporate stores,
Have pages that were once proud trees
In skies where branches soared.
They’re now pre-packaged with slick covers
That would make a thinker wretch,
These words inscribed to distort the facts–
To conceal, omit, and stretch.
The souls of trees feel deeply betrayed
No longer standing in proud groves,
These trees are martyrs for Right-wing lies
While Sarah keeps “Going Rogue!”
November 15, 2009
Reuben tastes better on rye bread
While whole wheat holds the ham,
A French Dip bun drips au jus sauce
Sour dough has turkey and cran.
A Gyro gyrates in a pita pocket;
The Parisians like the baguette.
A warm Kalamata Olive loaf
Will never let you forget.
A Ciabatta rustic Italian bread
Belies a rich and exquisite flavor,
A succulent Rosemary baked boule
Begs to be shared with neighbors.
The scent of Cinnamon Raisin toast
Floats above the breakfast plate,
And banana bread bakes in the oven
As scents and flavors mate.
French bread’s torn in small pieces
For the Body of Christ in church,
Or a paper thin wafer gently rests
On the tongue where sins are purged.
But the FOX Club sandwich piles lies
Between their opinions with the news,
This is the kind of toxic inbred;
Food poisoning pays its dues!
November 9, 2009
Thirty Pro-Rape Republicans voted
Against Al Franken’s amendment.
The Defense Appropriations bill
Holds liable corporate defendants.
Defense contractors over seas
Are now stripped of their protection.
No arbitration for rape case
To insulate corporate infections.
Halliburton and KBR
Will no longer be those who receive
Defense contracts from the treasury
When they hide the rapes they leave.
Alexander, Barrasso, and Bond,
Bunning, Burr, and Brownback,
Think women should be denied their rights,
No courts, no public, no facts!
Chambliss, Coburn, and Cochran
Like cockroaches in the dark,
Vote against the civil rights
Of women with no regards.
Corker, Cornyn, Crapo, DeMint,
Enzi, Ensign, and Graham
Side with their corporate masters
Who give them pork and ham.
James Inhofe and John Isakson,
Mike Johanns and John Kyl,
Also believe women are meat;
Voting no with vacant smiles.
McCain, McConnell, and Risch vote “nay”
As does Roberts, Shelby, and Sessions
Thune, Vitter, and Wicker boycott
Church when it comes to confessions.
The misogynist party of Republicans
Should have Snow and Collins inquire,
“Why do Republican men hate women?”
Shouldn’t this party just die or retire?
November 5, 2009
Harper Collins made a mistake
With typos on the book cover.
The title was just a little off–
The author’s ghost would hover.
The “G” in “Going” is going bad
So Harper made a decision,
Let’s put a “D” instead of a “G”
So syntax avoids a collision.
Let’s get rid of the “G” and the “U”
In “Rogue” since it’s quite apparent,
That “V” should replace those two letters
And make the truth transparent.
Now the book is non-fiction
And the truth will send buyers in droves,
As we learn how Sarah Palin
Spent hours “Doing Rove!”
