THERE WAS AN OLD LADY
There was an ole lady who lived in a shack,
just fifty feet from the railroad track.
The sheet metal roof was exceedingly thin,
the rains pounded loudly and splattered within.
Two years before pension, the
cotton mill closed,
her kids took to theft, and
dad the booze chose.
The police pulled the pot they had planted;
without a cash crop, no credit was granted
She had no dineros, nothing for food,
Her kids were in jail, her husband was stewed.
That winter Fred froze in the gutter;
sold the furnishings and all of the clutter.
ripped up the floors to heat up their hut,
thus next to the wood stove she slept with her mutt.
With spring came the ants, the termites, and the rats;
they ate the straw broom and even her hat.
Then in June when mosquitoes do thrive,
though nothing but bones, she was
A NIX UPON DEMOCRACY
How could God let this cadger grow so old
considering what his record told?
First with red baiting and teeth gnashing
he established his name by commie smashing.
No respect for sovereign rights,
with CIA the reds they'd fight;
also sent the boys for peace keeping,
mass destruction he was reaping.
But discontent in student groups
caused withdrawal of the troops.
At home he cut the public service roles,
and slackened big business controls.
He started war on personal liberty
by opposing drugs and sexuality.
He stuffed our courts with government hacks,
Who then our Bill of Rights they sacked.
He did what business & party wanted
and so the public wheal was bunted.
Justice and honor were treated rough
till bungled burglary his goose did stuff.
But today most Americans think
that his shit it does not stink.
WHOS SQHEEZIN ME
We read the drivel that they wrote,
then as a herd we cast our votes
to reassign ole Billy goats
to run this ship of state
both fair and straight.
So boy, I'll bet we wont regret
that we them told to fix the debt.
Who cares of services for the poor,
when a balanced budget well secure.
So they claimed to follow our desires,
but the debt still got higher.
Now were told, the bills come due,
but dont you sweat, we wont screw you;
they're other chumps for us to pump,
not little guys, but rich and plump.
I trust them all; they go to church,
and for drug dealers they upped the search.
Cause their experts run the federal banks,
the ship of state, it wont be sank;
the bills be paid,
the wolf be stayed,
they daren't be
a squeezin me,
for we voters hold the power;
they fear the squeeze would make us sour