Czars, czars, everywhere,
But not a thought to think.
“We’ve got it under control,” they say,
With a smug nod and wink.
Trust and calm, he wants,
Addressing as we yawn.
But trust is earned, Dear Leader,
Your account is overdrawn.
An election has come and has gone,
Spirit of change is in the air,
But if we’re ever to cure,
This system impure,
We shall need some heavier fare.
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Shes a cipher,
Is she or isn’t she?
Her detractors are less hidden,
We know what they are.
There once was a man from Iran,
Some told him to put his yarmulke on,
And although he’ll fight,
He’s probably right,
For some documents say he’s Kenyan.
Sorry, can’t think of anything funny to say about raping a 13-year-old girl.
Douchebag. Burn in hell.
Yes, Barack, you need to be dignified and diplomatic.
No, Barack, you don’t need to look like a 13-year-old girl meeting Miley Cyrus.
The left wants to make our protests seem small,
“Opposed to taxes and government?! The gall!”
And they stand idly by,
With envious eyes,
While Obama teabags us all.
Compare your bowling skill to a retard,
And you’ll be hoisted on your own petard,
If you really want to see someone bowl,
Special Olympics kids sure can roll,
So practice and give your score a push,
And maybe you’ll catch their leader, Bush!
In Washington is a man full of Hope™,
Through a crisis he says we can cope,
He’s promised us Change™,
But if you believe that’s in range,
Then I suggest you’re smoking some dope.
There once was a man from Illinois,
Tried to sell a Senate seat like a toy,
Some of us think
He’ll end up in the clink,
And the new “Rod” he meets won’t bring joy.
day few years short,
dollar few hundred million long,
The economy is in crisis,
But who’d call this wrong?
It’s a tribute to waste,
And avarice too,
But like it or not,
It was paid for by you.
There once was a man from New York
Who had quite the fondness for pork
He porked a hooker
Though she’s quite a looker
In prison stripes he’ll look like a dork
The mayors of Detroit & Newark hold mistress’
Two women that have put them in distress
Their sensuous thighs
Won’t cover the lies
Because we all know what the meaning of is is
The peasants are restless,
their money is tight,
There’s blood in the water,
the whole town ain’t right,
Bernanke’s in his helo,
dropping inflation and lies,
The peasants feel better,
as the whole world dies.