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Dem New Publicans
Light da Roman candles for da coming Chariots of Pharaoh holiday Dem New Publicans be back in pyramid power Give a Caesar Palace casino hip, hip-hooray Happy daze are here again! Dem New Publicans bray dey be da common people’s friend But dey double talk a lot: selling cadaver conservative values in liberal sepulchre plots Promising ta put a chicken in ev’ry pot, no matter if ya ain’t got one to piss in Dem New Publicans be just donkey giving mo’ old Re-publican squawk — Patronizing pachyderm gobble talk Chirping jive turkey messaging: saying dey gon fix da housing projects up, no matter how homeless ya been Talking outta both sides of dey mouth, Dem New P’s sound just like da old Re-publicans A miserable friend of da po’ is once again in power ... at least fo’ a little while Da vote dreamers bray a bleating pray dis dancing hour Dem new guys (and me-too gals, of course) are gonna go counter-culture clockwise On a progressive tangent, dey say — giving us unfettered Gomorrah freedom Dat broken chain of decadent, debt-spending liberty, Dem New Publicans borrowed credit lay on us, (tho’ da bill don’t come right away) our future gen children gon have ta posterity pay And sista souljah, believe me ... Legionnaire usury is a hard taskmaster come tear tax collection day But don’t worry ‘bout dat tribute problem ta-day! Go throw a Roman toga party; pour da whine freely ... spill yo’ guts, speak yo’ vineyard peace Stomp yo’ protest feet ... raise yo’ voice in drunken reverie Fo’ equality sake, tell da New a-maize-n-P’s, how ya cast out dat cowardly old crop Da scarecrow ones with da tin hearts, who said: the po’ don’t need no mo’ welfare ease While dos greedy, piggy toe fat cats let da rich mice gorge on green piles of subsidy cheese Now, Dem New Publicans profess dey wanna Gulliver hear what da little people gotta Lilliputian say While dey skim mo’ than a weasel tad off da top of da milk money revenue tray Dem six fingers gon single-handedly be crawling up da side pockets, snatching saved pennies hard earned ev’ryday But don’t worry ‘bout dat, okay! Put dem troublesome thoughts out of yo’ mind, at least fo’ a little while anyway Da pleb people wanna celebrate dis day, taste some temporary ballot victory (tho’ small chance of much change it’s gon bring) Dem New Publicans wield the power again, and be coin bag running things New Tiberias voices say dey got radical peace policies afloat, to keep da trafficking nation from battleship sinking Dem new guys (and me-too gals, of course) say dey gonna fix the Watergate pipes leaking in da dark Ivory House ... get dos lights back on working And repair dat divided empire Wall, what dim old Re-publicans left tax-cut broken But, brotha souljah ... don’t be confused when ya undoubtedly hear Dem New Publicans boastfully bray: Happy daze are here again! Know fo’ sho’ ... Truth left audit unsaid, that the next voter $uppre$$ed lie ain’t yet been Roman centurion fitly counted
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