Monday, August 31, 2009

Cram Session

It takes 6 months to pick a pup

Careful thought before your mind’s made up

You wanna be safe, you wanna be sure

You could end up with a mutt or cur

But HealthCare’s an issue that cannot wait

We don’t have time for reasoned debate

It’s a Major Crisis, we must push thru

That is how we turn the screw

HealthCare Now, Now we need it

(I hope the voters do not read it)

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Bed-Wetter in Chief

I’m Obama, I’m the Prez

There is genius in what I sez

My phrasey-ology is phat

I’m the Prez cause I’m all dat

You can’t outsmart me, don’t disrupt

My policies got you wee weed up!

Liar in the Senate

Ted Kennedy has finally died

Mourned by media far and wide

All television sets are crying

Proclaim this Dog to be a Lion

He claimed to wear his brother’s crown

And defended a woman’s right to drown

Let us mourn, Let teardrops flow

And never mention Mary Jo

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Jet Set

How dare private citizens use aviation

When you are called before Congress, you better know your station

You better beg and grovel, and bow down at our feet

We are the Congress, a body elite

We might be elected, but we own the full seat

We will never allow, without congressional vetting

CEO’s and their private jetting

At private corporations we will never stop screaming

At taxpayer expense we’ll do our own Gulf Streaming

Snoop ‘Bama

Listen up American, listen up people

Spy on your neighbors, peep in a peephole

Give us the names of those who oppose us

Those who don’t like us, and those who might loathe us

Obama needs help with his enemy list

The names of everyone who gives him a dis

Do it for our Leader, a lawyer named Barry

We need you to sing just like a canary

Turn in your family, rat on your friends

He can justify the means, he can justify the ends

You can’t trust anyone who don’t love Obama

Snitch on your daddy, Snitch on yo’ mamma

Thursday, July 30, 2009

On Tap

Obama had a beer summit

The beer was freely pouring

Like his bail out of the bankers

He only served the foreign

The Boxer Short

Barbara Boxer’s wound up tight

Unflinching and unbending

But when the Black folk come in sight

She’s over condescending

 

Barbara Boxer she is classy

Just don’t call her mame

She don’t like Black folk who are sassy

They must scrape and kiss her hand

 

If any Black folk speak their mind

With thinking independent

Her liberalism turns unkind

You best had better end it

 

Black folk better know there places

And bite their upper lip

Don’tcha dare leave the democrat’s plantation

And expose a hypocrite