Friday, September 22, 2006

George Allen summons my muse

I once called some kid a macaca
Cause he didn’t look like a Cracka
I tried to explain
Nearly drove me insane
Til they made me take it backa

My mama – turns out she’s a Jew
I tried to tell them - “who knew?”
The newspaper Forward
Was very untoward
This good ol’ boy’s cover they blew

To George Bush I am true and tried
Cut and run I will never abide
I said “Stay the course!”
Then had some remorse
When I learned it no longer applied

Although it’s been talked of a lot
Running for Prez I am not
Just a year in New Hampshire
And that’s all for damn sure
Cause you know that I don’t have a shot

Here's one for the Big Decider:

I love them in every way
And hope most will make it someday
I mourn each loss
With a tiny little cross
On my watch, no stem cells are gay!

No comments: