Another lame effort,
Another sad defeat,
The directions are getting old,
"Screw and then repeat;"
I'm tired of getting smacked
Like a hockey puck,
The rich are getting richer
Our lives, on over-suck.
My representative
Does not represent the state,
He smiles like a monkey
And eats off our plate.
The President is lame
With his audacity of hope;
Four more years of war
He must be smoking dope.
Every industrialized country
Has healthcare. Why not us?
For, "Needs of the people,"
See, "Under the bus."
A new weapons system
A machine gun of our own;
Maybe for Christmas
You can give your kid a drone.
The magic free market
Continues ever more;
Bail out the rich
Foreclose on the poor.
Hey brother,
Can you spare a dime?
They say it doesn't pay,
But the growth industry is crime.
