Archive for August, 2008

Abominable “No Men” with smooth waxy faces like paraffin

August 24, 2008

For money, war and power they have bad Yen

Corporate monopolists are their spiritual Kin

With faces all smooth and waxy like paraffin

They want to lock all the minorities up in the State Pen

They’ll try any form of chicanery, If it means they can win

On the poor and downtrodden, blame they will always pin

For rich special interests they are Yoemen

As leaders they worship Gipper Reagen like Showmen

blabbering About how  we should have nuked Phnom Pehn

And just gave the buck toothed finger to the UN

And the right wing pundit chorus says “amen”

As the Terminator Ahnoult bloviating on CNN

He’ll lay out his budget plan like he gobbled a handful of Phen Phen

About how it’s up to the poor people to take it on the chin

Harder than a wild pitch from Robb Nen

Which makes the 11 PM highlights on ESPN

When his time is up He’ll leave nothing but a Cheshire cat grin

His bullshit orbits the Earth much faster than John Glenn

When he splashes down you can see his dorsal fin

Thirty years ago California turned the corner, that’s the date when

A fraudster named Jarvis clucked about taxes like an old hen

He won because he was a master of fake populist glibertarian spin

Rich people and  corporations have get a free ride ever since then

And that day started the rise of the Abominable “no” men

Rose is a railer just like Captain Ahab on his whaler

August 4, 2008

In every situation Rose is a reliable corporate hailer

Salzman’s name is central in elaborate conspiricies she’ll tailor

Her grip on reality it couldnt be much frailer

It’s if  she was smoking crack like Lawrence Taylor

She hopes all the trehuggers get run down by a tractor trailer

Hurrying to deliver plastic crap to her favorite WAL-MART retailer

Against Local Solutions she is an incessant railer

Bellowing like Captain Ahab from the deck of his whaler

About throwing R. Trent in the can,  just like was like a drunken sailor

And hoping that he gets beat senseless by an irate jailer.

Compared to hers, his trangressions seem much paler

just minute trifles, that would blind an auto detailer

Ideological constipation that’s the affliction that ails her

Reading the latest Eureka Coalition for Jobs mailer

Made Rose so verklempt she needed to use an inhaler

It claims Richard Salzman is just like Vlad the Impaler

The Tweak gives looks that are oblique

August 3, 2008

All nervous and jumpy we call him a “tweak”

Greasy hair slicked back in a widows peak

He takes toxic residue from a superfund leak

Makes  it into powder and snorts it up his beak

That’s what accounts for his emaciated physique

Jabbers so fast it sounds just like greek

He’s got no teeth so it’s easy to misspeak

 Always giving you looks that are oblique

 Off with your TV and  bicycle  he will sneak

Jacking friends and neigbors is his preferred technique


His whackjob  ol’ lady is also a  total speed freak

Back when she was younger her self esteem was weak

Started doing chystal meth to make herself model sleek

She might be really stupid, but she’s not a geek

That’s before she got a habit using seven days a week

Long gone is every bit of her allure and mystique

She looks much  like a refugee from Mozambique

And her weathered face resembles leather antique.

They pile those rails high like a moutain peak

And to their own lives much havoc do they wreak

staying up all night breaking glass, listen to them shriek

Thier  prospects for the future, you know, they  couldn’t be more bleak