Ode To Despair

Freedom without rights or privacy
Except the ones of Dick Cheney
To critisize torture is completely improper
Wave your flag and sacrifice
Your living sons and daughters

Inadequate armor for she and he
The money was spent
Stealing oil
Financing GOP secrecy

Mark 77, it is not napalm
Everybody knows
Burned up civillians
Fires up those last throes

The rich cannot have too much
The wretched poor don't give enough
Pay them less and sell them stuff
Usury rates, tough luck

What was once due process
cannnot be found anywhere
Why is Pat Roberts sniffing my underwear?
To the kids we'll leave this mess

Nothing ups the excitement
like smeared on excrement
To please the Pentagon
Children are raped
With the cameras on

It's ridiculous
It's absurd
He talks to God
Then twists the word

Rush and O'Reilly
Savage the left
Muffled democracy
Heisted and deep in debt

A Federalist
He does not remember
Ready the rubber stamp
For the first of September