When you wish upon a star,
Makes no difference who you are,
You can give everyone what they desire,
You can set reason on fire,
Oh, cut taxes for the billionaire,
And the middle class doesn't care,
Because we'll cut the deficit, too
Doesn't matter if it's true.
And government regulations make you blue,
Until you need to change your image,
Until you do not need T Party baggage,
And you can dis the Brits and make them mad,
That will not make Joe Sixpack sad,
All he really wants to know,
Is that you are white and you can grow,
The economy with voodoo stuff,
For America, oh, that's enough.
Mad Dog,
ReplyDeleteYou may assail Mitt and his positions decry
and jump up and down and say it's all a lie
But if you take a moment and just get high
You'll see Romney's right and pigs can fly-
Sorry-felt compelled to respond in verse-pretty weak but then I didn't have the mind clearing benefit of recent mountain air...
Maud
Maud,
ReplyDeleteClearly, you are closer to Emily Dickenson than I am to ee cummings.
Mad Dog
Oh, I love it when you two talk dirty!
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