February 14, 2010
(to the tune of The Kids are Alright by The Who)
Criminal minds impersonating phone technicians
About time, they’re caught in acts of sedition,
They’re breaking the law and listening to calls
Democracy’s shot and will soon take the fall
‘Cause the kids are AlRight-WING
The Kids are alRight-WING!
All the time, I feel like we’re under attack,
These swine are committing these criminal acts,
And I know James O’Keefe is more than a thief;
He pimped for the stint that gave ACORN grief
Cause the kids are AlRight-WING! The kids are AlRight-WING.
I know if freedom goes we’ll be left in the cold
And justice will just be bought and sold.
No spine, the Dems won’t demand a hearing,
Unwind, democracy’s no longer steering,
Because James and the boys are out to destroy
The laws of our land with their fascist plans
Cause the kids are AlRight-WING, the kids are AlRight-WING.
All the time, I feel like they get away
Their crimes are just another part of the day,
Will we sit back and yawn with this fascist new dawn?
Will this racist prevail when the kids are AlRight-WING?
The Kids are AlRight-WING…
February 7, 2010
Dick Shelby
May well be
The blood clot in democracy’s heart,
A blanket hold
We’re all told
Barack’s appointments just won’t start.
With seventy holds
Obstruction unfolds
And the White House cannot lead,
Why does Dick
Love to stick
His ‘bama rod with STDs?
Gimme pork
With a silver fork
Of forty billion in my state,
Or holds will simmer
Without a glimmer
Of hope for Obama’s mandate.
Zero sums
The outcome
For Dick and his fascist plans,
While Democrats
Feel the trap
Of a majority that just won’t stand.
The obstruction clot
Makes Dems stop
Looking for a spine to change the rules,
But these jellyfish
Hope and wish
To drift aimless in an ocean of fools.
January 23, 2010
The Preamble:
When in the course of corporate events
Dissolving bands with the people must end.
Capital is what matters most
And with any means we defend.
We hold these markets to be self-evident
That not all profits are equal;
They’re endowed by laissez faire
To meet their quarterly sequels.
We hold NAFTA, CAFTA, and WTO
As well as other forms of “free” trade
To bring “free” markets for corporations
Despite labor concessions made.
We reseve the right to squeeze out life
As we as liberty and happiness at home,
The quaint idea that people have rights
Is bought or sold or loaned.
The amble:
From its day of artificial birth
In the year 1886,
A corporation assumed human rights.
Its place had been fixed.
And then in 1978
It learned to speak with big money,
In Belotti versus first national Bank
Campaign bucks flowed like honey.
the rulings over the years sustained
For corporations’ and their vast wealth;
FOX reporters defied BGH omissions,
But a judge ruled against public health.
The Supremes have now ruled in favor
Of tort reform for punitive damages.
Exxon lessoned its punitive load
Like sociopathic savages.
And now the hammer has come down
Of unbridled wealth and greed;
The ruling of Citizens United
Saw the FEC’s weak knees.
Corporate capital is now in control
The founding fathers roll in their graves
Democracy’s coffin has now been shut
The corporate road is paved.
December 12, 2009
There is a plan
For Afghanistan
Called “Thirty thousand more troops.”
Our young and brave
Will be filling graves
Of poor farmers for American suits.
Collateral damage
From our rampage
Is unfortunate, but let’s see the context;
Innocents die
And mourners cry
For our military industrial complex.
“Make no mistake,
Our security breaks
For trans-nationals and energy looters,
A gas pipeline
Is really designed
For our appetite amidst Taliban shooters.
We cannot cower
At Taliban power
Or al Qaeda who recruits more fans,
We must be firm
And never learn
That we don’t own Afghanistan.
“We cannot say
A civil war’s underway,
But there’s a lot of internal fighting;
Let’s help them lead
By letting them bleed,
But that’s not in my script I’m reciting.”
The Nobel Piece Man’s
Trans-national plan
Will liberate their energy resources.
And come what may
For our new LBJ,
History keeps repeating these courses.
December 7, 2009
Over the past one hundred plus years,
We cultured our taste for oil;
Not animal, vegetable, or mineral,
But petrol deep in the soil.
Our voracious appetite
Included unsustainable fuels;
Coal and nuclear were also tried–
Profits for short term fools.
But now the Earth is a sickly patient
Suffering from a greenhouse heater;
The warming of the world’s oceans
Is ignored by corporate leaders.
Profits drive for short term gains
Every corporate quarter;
If earnings don’t bring bigger stocks,
Investors leave for the border.
We must think in the long term;
Find sustainable energy fuels,
Solar, wind, and hydro can
Be our ever renewable tools.
These Earth-friendly resources
Are abundant for the people at hand;
The wind and sun aren’t commodified–
And all people profit from demand.
“We the People” own our land,
And energy is a national resource,
Let’s nationalize our energy needs
Move forward in a renewable course.
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?
