the clinton

10/29/04 | jburkovi

[jburkovi]

the clinton

once upon election year, while i pondered, filled with fear

over choices, none so clear as whom to be our countries guide

soon as i began my thinking, there came a stench, a powerful stinking

as if there was something sinking, sinking into ooze outside

"is this my country?" i decried slipping into ooze outside

what to do to turn the tide

 

ah, distinctly i recall it was november, in glorious fall

promises made to one and all let me be the one to guide

anticipating freedoms voice as if we really have a choice

refusing even to rejoice - rejoice on how our feelings died

of being able to decide on dishonorable men intent to hide

we're being taken for a ride

 

and then the sudden realization, that this once great God fearing nation

could adore an abomination such as never seen beside

the talking heads that spew forth venom onto cable he would send them

absolving all the crimes and then some seemingly on over glide

let all be told to look no further there's nothing here we have to hide

I've never never ever lied

 

and then appeared an apparition, a sorry sight full of contrition

who's words were only of omission, unspoken words of which implied

that what is right i do not follow, i don't inhale she didn't swallow

inside a mind that's oh so hollow the train of thought that did reside

inside a man who's soul is forfeit for there's nothing that he hasn't tried

quoth the clinton "i have no pride"

 

soccer moms and melanin empowered rallied round so much they towered

denying sight of the little coward who the loyal want to chide

bowing down to unknown leaders upper crust the master breeders

they absolve the bottom feeders who trash the honest who replied

that duty and honor really matter - it matters what you are inside

impeach the one who has no pride

 

forth they came unto the steeple to the forum of the people

but it turned into a seep hole draining off the righteous side

bolstered by the asses backing prodded by the pollsters tracking

common sense was surely lacking truth itself has been denied

lost in space forever floating gloating over those who tried

quoth the clinton "i have no pride"

 

and the clinton ever gaining, still is reigning, still is reigning

does his thing and feels our paining raping all he stands astride

and surely grows this shadow more gloom and doom is what's in store

the unholy one who's known as gore waits to conquer then divide

emulates one he does adore who grabs his arm and does confide

quoth the clinton "i have no pride"

 

 

then came the year two thousand spewing lies just to arouse them

the evil duo along with striesand appealed to masses throughout the land

elect the apostle of the sax man to keep in place his incredibly lax plan

ignoring threats of radical islam and weaken the protectors for which we stand

intent on making morality a sham enabling all under his command

to pardon that unpardonable band

 

the voices went unto the polls unsure of choosing the one who rules

it turned into a ship of fools in the land we send our aging dad

protect the idiot litigation disenfranchisement investigation court ordered compilation

how are we to build a nation on the consideration of a hanging chad

robed thieves intent on retaliation was there no sanity to be had

i must admit its looking bad

 

then justice speaks on the side of right and finally ends the month long night

low and behold its such a sight the one who comes to heal both sides

a shining knight of slow persuasion a man who wants to rescue a nation

spinning out in wild gyration to harness hope and dreams besides

stopping all the speculation on where this land will take its strides

quoth the bush "an angel still rides"

 

parties unanimous is how they start only to be ripped apart

by one that had a change of heart lured by promises of power astride

relief still comes from being taxed strong arms took reign on might relaxed

but corrosion's toll had been exacted by all the minions who had lied

9/11 came and many died their souls forfeit by the one who cried

quoth the clinton "i really tried"

 

upon us now another season of liberal lies beyond all reason

amid this talk the talk of treason thrust upon us to choose who ruled

a celebration of demise with all the gang under the guise

of solemn ritual to win the prize to be the party of the polled

ahh but some are wise as the numbers told of those that are left out in the cold

quoth the people "we are not fooled"

[jburkovi]

I thought this is even more appropriate in todays election atmosphere than when I scribed it in 97. I added the last few stanzas a couple years ago. Hope you enjoy!

[livinez]

Great!

[combat_boots]

Nevermore.