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