Fucking women makes the public option whole.
Misogyny’s after all a vote getter!
Chucking the condoms awakens a male soul
To be a prince, where once was a bed wetter
His Gal Nominee for prosecutor role
She gets paid less, like a Lily Ledbetter.
Conferencing point remains to keep ‘em down
More or less the plaything of a Senate clown.
They call the lack of a policy “dismay”
There can be no doubt just what will not be done.
How the photo ops evolve we cannot say
Any more than pointing out who has the gun.
Produced are speeches, the words and cadence play
Around challenge and change, they no longer stun.
The wonder beheld in coming to power:
How poorly it’s used and ebbs by the hour.
Inquire, Inquire, Inquire but never let slip
How what no one would ask then demeaned us all.
Soon the public option terror triggers grip
At polls, these pols are fated to take a fall
They demonstrate past prologue in losing trips
Up those whose change and hope seems hard to recall.
We’d like to be less hollowed out, but that would mean
Confronting now and then our last mise-en-scene.
This health care debate is not leading to much.
Oxen angry are straying, they won’t be gored.
Blue Dogs and bipartisan are not as such
Remains of fixed braying, while CBO’s scored
When wrong, it’s far too late, when right, it’s a crutch
Our leaders are saying: “We’re all not on board!”
Reminded Gorilla, whose memory’s long
Of what came once before: lyrics without song.
Uighurs won’t be visited by Ban Ki Moon
Uighurs won’t be going to the Olympic Games
Uighurs won’t be asked to carry a tune
Uighurs won’t be getting anything but flames
Uighurs won’t be roaming free anytime soon
Uighurs won’t be at sea or bought off with dames
Uighurs you see are not yet UN delights
Uighurs you see are killed, just like human rights.
In Anchorage focussing on yes we can
There is a sense of fleeing before we must
Acknowledge what we did, like a Sanford wan
Or not, let’s run!, Jesus told me there’s no lust
When a daughter’s baby says well, no we can
Be what you think you are, candidate of bust
There is very little to observe this day
Of curvy piffle, or less than what most say.
As we await word tomorrow of a no less surprising attack on Hawaii (apparently they’ve already deployed the TARP there, it only took a phone call!), Gorilla revisits a Bozo song he actually recorded in 2005, less than a year after Garage Band forced his most recent hardware upgrade (still going strong!).
Genetics go a long way to explaining activist judges, regardless of what bi-partisans may say…
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