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Big Ol' Bullshit Mountain: A Poem

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After watching Jon Stewart flog Bill O Reilly on the rummmble the other nite I could not get this out of my head. Anyone have a variation? 

Big Ol' Bullshit Mountain

One evening as the sun went down
and the republican fires were burning
Down the track came ol' Romney hiking,
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Besides the crystal fountains
So come with me, we'll go and see
Big ol' Bullshit mountain

In the land of Bullshit Mountain,
There's a land that's far and right,
Where the handouts go to Bush's
And you sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars arn't all empty
And the sun shines every day
Ain't no birds and the bees
just the cigarette trees
The trickel down springs
Where O'Rilley sings
On Big ol' Bullshit Mountain.

On Big ol' Bullshit Mountain
All the cops have wooden clubs
And the attack dogs all have sharp ass teeth
And they bite you on the legs
The farmers' trees are full of poison fruit
And the barns are full of GM hay
Oh I'm bound to go
Where it's Monsantos show Where the rain don't fall
The ill winds blow
On Big ol' Bullshit Mountain.

On Big Ol' Bullshit Mountain
You always change your locks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The bankers have to tip their hats
And the SEC bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And theres none left for you
You can paddle all around it
In a big canoe if the TSA say's it'll be ok
On Big Ol' Bullshit Mountain

On Big Ol' Bullshit Mountain,
The jails are full as sin.
And you can never walk right out again,
once they drag you in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
Your bound to stay, won't get away,
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That could'nt work
On Big Ol' bullshit Mountain.
I'll see you all this coming fall
On Big Ol' Bullshit Mountain.

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52 yo Alaskan who is utterly and compleatly asstounded by the last 12 years of the cirqe d' absurde we call our govement in washington. anger and disappointment in the current occupants of the Whitehouse make it really hard to remain focused with a (more...)

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All together now... by Keith Hupp on Thursday, Oct 11, 2012 at 8:56:51 AM
Kumbaya my lord.   Kumbaya.... by Ned Lud on Thursday, Oct 11, 2012 at 10:12:18 AM