Remarkable,
Like a marketable fool,
A Baffoon we put in office,
Who drools on the compartment
Of the government,
Sponsored by Have It Your Way,
And I'm Love It,
Plugging it,
Into a speech,
When he speaks James gets off
His floating peach,
To preach and beseech
The idea of getting him impeached.
To redo the lawn,
With no Chain fence,
No thorn Bush,
No future tense
For a president spending more time
Pumping the reverent
Into the Mid East,
And spending more dead presidents
Than the negligent.
When he speaks he leaks like dams,
Damsels in distress will get impressed
With the dog tags that rest on your chest.
Your best bet is to invest
Into a military complex
With no context in the middle east,
No contest is how he speaks,
Until the week when they begin
To creep into our airspace,
We'll just replace
With tabloids,
Steroids in our water supply.
People getting high
To put glasses over their eyes,
Until it falters.
Until the dam breaks
And gives our questions enough water.
Until then we sit here as he makes our ground harder.
We get smarter,
President Carter said it,
Aggression is a disease,
And President Bush helped to spread it.
Not easily smoothed out,
Like crunchy peanut butter,
But when numbers are sort out,
A crunch comes to bunch and blunder
The under garments in the oval office,
Too many young men laying in dirt coffins,
Too many people coughing,
Too many hearts suddenly stopped
Because of a ballpoint dropping of a fictitious plea,
A planted government seed,
That grows like a bean stalk,
But we don't know Jack,
But we know Joe,
But Joe won't go,
To the postal office
To vote for congress,
A sickened twisted process,
A wicked offspin of a French doctrine.
Tell a doctor to hop in,
To this hijacked plane
And place the blame
On medicinal uses of media,
Like Expedia,
Plea the fifth while you bleed
Within mass hysteria,
With mascara the flees down a cheek,
Scarier than a Carrier over Wall Street,
Or a caravan in Siberia,
But they won't speak on the matter.
All the chatter in the Capitol,
About oil capital,
And laced cappuccinos;
Richo Supremo,
Is a modern day Latin
Phrasing of what just happened
When we went to war,
When we sent the poor
To Desert Storm
To be swarmed by the sworn enemy,
That we've fought before.
Give the award to Gerald Ford,
One of the few in the the office
Who didn't explore or afford
To go look at a nice view of the conflict.
Sometimes I wish it weren't true,
That one man has the ability to unglue
A society,
That use to be pride to me,
That now I swallow too much;
It's all I have in side of me.
We're like Sodom and Gomorrah,
Queer and full of boredom,
With no cure for either
But both named a mental disorder,
And we order gallons of fries,
Spend a nice dime,
On one shirt that's not the right size,
Because they want us to be skinny,
But I still eat plenty,
And I got some friends with me
That dont keep their stomach empty.
But we're still missing,
Southern Hospitality
That use to be fatalities,
Of the teen averaging
Of darkened black cavity
In society.
That use to get ravishings,
On a daily basis,
But then the victims were evasive,
And now were slaves to wages
Yet they keep us complacent.
But we live in our basements,
Like underground railroads,
We made it,
Based on the way
The graffiti artists paint it,
In this concrete rain Forrest,
Of lead and shells,
A Burning Bush talks to us through this dark Hell.
