To Err is Human
To AARRGH!!! is Politics
The airwaves are full of repetitive crap
that could only get worse if it came out in rap!
By late October it’ll be gettin’ so deep
you’ll be obliged to call in a chimney sweep!
To clear the smoke that’s been blown up yer butt
like so much rendered political smut,
You’ll cry like a loon and howl at the moon
and end up screamin’, “Hey, whuck the futt?!”
It’s ‘quid pro quo’ for the Super PACs
who’ve come up with a system to cover their tracks,
their image to launder, our money to squander
and just how to hide those obnoxious facts.
They get out of our system just what they put in it;
by greasing it well, they’re bound to win it.
“In order to form a more perfect union”
and be able to treat us all like grunion.
They put in our money and take even more out
as we sit here wondrin’ “How’d they get so much clout?”
Well, they did it with donations ‘n’ handouts and such
by people who don’t want to be seen as ‘in touch’.
“What’s good for the system is good for the economy
and can’t be performed through any dichotomy.
We’re now married, you see, so we ‘get it for free’
and we might even finance your lobotomy!”
“Through drugs we’ve designed to help ease your mind
while you all sit back and watch your assets unwind.
Don’t be a curmudgeon ‘cause we surely aint budgin’
no matter how bad yer butt’s in a bind.”
It’s not only here but around the world.
The rhetoric’s so thick that I’ve quite often hurled!
Double talk that’s hyperbolic,
makin’ me think that I might have colic
There was a young lass from Nantucket
who made a slim livin’ sellin’ crabs from a bucket.
When asked to give freely to a campaign she felt mealy,
they were shown just where they could tuck it.
She had a cousin who lived here in Heron
who had a habit of cursin’ and swearin’
when he too was hit up, to contribute he spit up
and quite in the mood for sharin’!
And he knew a young voter from Hope
who didn’t have the money for dope,
so he donated instead to some ‘talkin’ head’
and now he’s a broke misanthrope.
It’s quite often said ‘round this humble homestead
that it’s better to give than receive
but I’ll be dadburned if I’ll give to be spurned
by some joker who’s just out to deceive
They’re havin’ great fun a squeezin’ our nuts
while our hands rest comfy under our butts
letting BIG MONEY make all the rules.
Gross profits they’re after, not our love, fun or laughter.
Once held, they’ll never let go of our jewels.