I'm waiting for election day
When all the hoopla goes away,
All the lies and all the drama.
You're not fooling this old gramma.
You are but puppets mouthing dirt,
Spewing garbage, foe to hurt.
I want to hear what you will do,
Not old re-hash. Give me some new
Info if you want my vote.
More lies will to me denote
The choice is an unholy sin
For least revolting guy to win.
won one of the no. 4 spots
You have apologized to the world
Now apologize to me
For I did not give a swine my pearl
Nor put sugar in the sea
What this house on old foundations
The thinking group domain
What is a beginning without inventions
Where is the new path of pain?
We hear and hear again the old trifle
Our labor's profit squandered
Before our eyes, the stare of the rifle
There some sage has blundered
Only God can fall rain from the top,
Or sun's milk breasting leaves
We must grow things bottom up
The seedless sod the world bereaves.
I did not cry in shackle or in chain
Nor for the strangers whip
But O Cain, how bitterly I weep again
From every speech there falls another drip.
Ignorance is definitely a description of bliss
Look at Washington if you don’t believe this
They are never on target, they always miss
Their biggest decision is whose butt to kiss
We were told we were getting change
It looks the same, now ain’t that strange
The positions of the rich just rearrange
Take care of their own, they prearrange
Maybe I was hoping for something new
But what I see is the same old doodoo
Filling their pockets, screwing me and you
Spitting on the Red White and Blue
Society brainwashed, a robotic crowd
Entitlement minded, crying out loud
Sorry boys, no thinking allowed
Socialism will make you proud
They say they will make the country strong
But I’m watching now and see the wrong
Change has been coming for oh so long
But you are still singing the same old song
Bliss isn’t living off a government check
Being a dependent, a financial wreck
Ready to sail but no one on deck
Living with a noose tied around your neck
Bliss is different for you and me
A pursuit of happiness and being free
Earning a living, the right to be
Productive members of a society.
The look of paleness on each face
Hollow dreams and dismal fears
Injured wings the bough here deface
Nothing remains to dry dead tears
Governments shaken like old rags in old carts
Shadows follow the footsteps of cold hearts
From great empires careening down
Ancient errors come to vivid light
Little countries where wilted seeds are sown
Lust and litter fluttering against the night
Around the weary, wounded watchmen sleep
Palls of pillow, uncottoning economy
And arogance, the center folds on cruel history
Raging against the poor, the weak, they heap
Things that falls apart against the splinters of the heart.
Maybe things just had more meaning in my childhood days
We knew the law and we could see the error in our ways
We didn’t need an interpreter for telling wrong from right
The laws were clearly written, like our old TV, in black and white
The lawyers took our rights and moved justice too far left
To be a C E O, you need a P H D in theft
Promises from politicians, we never get a fair shake
Talking to a lawyer is like talking to a snake
To be elected a congressman, it’s really no surprise
You need a B S in bribery and a Masters degree in lies
Diogenes searched for an honest man in Athens, until his feet were swollen
If he had moved his search to Washington, his lantern would have been stolen
If Washington were a ski resort then Bush would fit the bill
He seemed to be an expert at taking things down hill
Reagan lied about the Iran Contra deal. He was a movie star
Clinton said under oath. It wasn’t sex. It was just an old cigar.
Lawyers and liars and political desires are too far from the right
We should have our say and change the gray back to black and white.
I watch our liberal congress with little admiration
As they show their family values to our entire nation
They say if you don’t have time for children
Because you’re in a hurry
Just murder them before they’re born
Then you won’t have to worry
It would be nice just for once
To believe in some of the things they said
But they have to call a proctologist
When they can’t find their head
So I dreamed I went to Washington
To ask them to change course
But I found that I was talking to
The north end of a south bound horse
Before congress goes into session
They pass around large receptacles
I thought they were collecting documents
But they were collecting testicles
In order to clean out Washington
The Pied Piper would be nice
Although we voted for human beings
We seem to have elected mice
It’s time to elect people
Who aren’t afraid to say what they think
Than have the same old congress
With the same old stink.