Sabashtain Berlusconi made his
Presence Known
the Chant of
Pactolus the Magnificent
roar every where
He wore the strap of Honor
from
the Pergerus of Digulance'
the sacred beast of the fields
and the Gold from the
Pactolus.
He is said to
be the Uncrowned Champion
of Champions.
he spoke..1<(p/2n)<2
but 1 ( none is Greater!)
He proclaimed him
to be Greatest and Non Greater!
all other are meant to
deceive and are fraudulent
He spoke his male competitors as Undeserving
and there female interest as Strumpetious Elemento!
"Only i am authentic!"
"Only I am Authentic!"
all while Aulos and Oud
chanted pactolus the Magnificent
Hail Pactolus!
The first part is, you knock the skittles down,
the second is, you set them up again:
Suzuki, Siemens, Berlusconi, Braun -
they're indestructible, these little men!
We dole out dollars to the bums we beat,
extend a hand to lift them from the floor.
Whose is the victory? Whose the defeat?
They bounce back fresher, stronger than before.
Well, maybe. What if we're the busted flush?
What if they've always had the edge on us?
We got there first, is all, only to spoil it -
were squatting on the sand when oil first gushed.
We won the Cadillac, but missed the bus.
They're cleaning up. We'll soon be cleaning toilets.
Hisham Melhem
insists it must be either us or them
that prudish box
such a peculiar contrast to those Berlusconi jocks.
Where have all the feel good stories gone
I can't remember, it's been so long,
I hate to turn on and watch the news
I just walk away, with a case of the blues
Look, Joe Paterno just got the ax
cops just busted a guy for selling kids crack,
sexual harassment allegations, against Herman Cain
Mr. Rick Perry, looses train of thought again
Dr. Murray found guilty by a jury of his peers
a 7 year old dies, a community is in tears,
Berlusconi of Italy finally goes down
a cure for our economy, not easily found
I'd like to see a story, about a child being saved
instead of a story about them being slaves,
or a story of a pup, pulled from a drain
or a cure for someone in serious pain
Or two campaigners, with something nice to say
instead of finding skeletons any which way,
But I guess I'll just stop watching the news
and go through life with my own quirky views.
At
first
a fib
nothing more
or that’s what he thought
but one economical truth
wasn’t enough, so his spinnerets spun some fresh lines
one needs fairly few words to speak the pure truth, but many more so to hold up a lie
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N.B.: dedicated to my two of my favorite Italians, who share a "growing" propensity.
and maybe Sylvio Berlusconi, too.
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