Bad Choice on the Right

[jollyreaper2112]

I see a bad choice on the right
I see trouble on the way.
I see hypocrites and liars.
I see bad times today.

Chorus:
Dont go votin' for the right,
Well, they're bound to take your rights,
Theres a bad choice on the right.

I hear nazi pundits ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear BS over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

Chorus
No right!

Hope you got your family together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like were in for nasty campaignin'.
Many lies is taken for the right.

I see a bad choice on the right
I see trouble on the way.
I see hypocrites and liars.
I see bad times today.


Listening to CCR, felt this seemed right.

[EstimatedProphet]

1. Good lyric rewrite

[EstimatedProphet]

2. Here's something back

The Bushraven

Once upon a primetime dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and boring program of TV lore,
While I nodded, nearly sleeping, on the screen there came a creeping,
Our Great Leader, that awful crashing boor.
`Not this shit again,' I muttered, `I've heard it all before -
I should make a run to the store.'

On the screen he took the stage, he looked as if her were caged,
And then he began to blather on and on just like before.
My brow began to furrow. Into the cushions I wanted to burrow.
For under the cushions in my burrow I could escape the media whore -
I've known for years now he is rotten straight to the core -
And will be forevermore.

Our Great Leader began his speech. "Nouting is out of reach!
We will prevail in Iraq! We will stay, and we will win the war!
Each day that passes brings many new exciting things
`'Tis a great age to be an Iraqi, that's for sure!
And we will stay the course until the course is o'er"
Quoth the moron "Evermore!"

I instinctively slapped my forehead so often these days it stayed red.
Bush frustrates me so much that I almost want to roar!
I cried "Why is he so obtuse?" And of course it was no use;
Bush was building up some steam, he began to speak like in a dream,
"We will prevail in the Middle East, we will conquer the Muslim Beast!"
Quoth the dolt, "It's total war!"

"Iran is causing us trouble. They want to turn Israel into nuclear rubble.
We can't let them get away with things like they did before."
The hackles on my neck rose. This was clearly an invasion pose.
It won't be long before Iran is brought into the war.
"They threaten world peace. We won't allow them to terrorize any more."
Quoth the idjit, "Nevermore!".

To my chagrin he continued, "Iran is just the next venue
We will pursue the evildoers like never before!
North Korea will come next, Kim Jong Il has us vexed,
He has shown himself to be an evil spore!
If he continues on his path he asks for war!"
Quoth the bonehead "Evermore!"

Then Our Great Leader started whining. Seems his tools needed refining.
They didn't generate nearly enough horror.
"Americans must be safe," he said. "We need methods filled with dread."
And so habeas corpus goes out the door -
And add to that posse comitatus and some more!
I'm now afraid to open my front door.

Then the question period began. "Mr. President, what about Japan?
What do they think about your threat of war?
North Korea is their neighbor," asked a reporter now out of favor.
Bush just frowned and shook his head. "The Japanese support our war
Don't ask questions like that anymore!"
Quoth Rove's puppet, `Nevermore.'

Someone asked about employment. Bush answered with enjoyment -
"The economy is stronger than before!"
I was stunned at what I'd just heard from that smirking little turd!
I cried, "If that's the case then why am I so poor?!
With three college degrees I have, and more!
Why is finding a job such a chore?!"

David Gregory was good; Bush looked frozen where he stood.
"Mr. President, I want to ask about what you said before,
Does the Military Commissions Act American freedoms retract?"
Bush looked panicked and terrified like before,
He said "Don't you get it? We're at WAR!"
Quoth Dim Son, "We're at WAR!"

Finally the headache was at an end. Good thing – I was going round the bend!
Bush was getting questions he couldn't ignore..
He had to cut the conference short before he seemed even more a wart
On presidential American History's décor.
"No more press conferences," muttered Bush, and walked out the door
Quoth teh stupid, `Nevermore.'

I was staring at my screen in shock, when at the door I heard a knock.
With rising fear and dread I went to open the door
In flew a raven! He landed upon my still outstretched hand.
I stared, and felt my premonitions soar,
I remembered my studies of mystic lore.
I tried to start a rapport.

The raven, it has been said, is the spirit of the dead.
It can see into the future as it can the past before.
My curiosity aroused. I asked a question of it now,
"Dear bird, how long must we this idiot endure?
Can we ever escape Bush and his love of war?
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

[Donnachaidh]

3. LOVE it!

thank you!

[wildwww2]

4. You did a good job with my all time favorite poem. Bravo!

Peace
Wildman
Al Gore is My President

[jollyreaper2112]

5. ha!

Good one. Here's the one I wrote back in 2004 in tribute to Dean.

Goodbye Dr. Dean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While your campaign went and stalled
The media crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered "He's insane"
They set you on the pedestal
And they slung mud on your name

And it seems to me the campaign is gone
Like a fart in the wind
I don't know who to cling to
Now that the primaries are in
And I would have liked to vote for you
But who do I kid
The call was made long ago
No matter what I did

Candidacy was tough
The toughest role you ever played
The media created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you quit
Oh the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that "scream" would never do

Goodbye Dr. Dean
From the disillusioned youth
Who sees you as something more than political
As much a victim as the truth

[EstimatedProphet]

6. Not a poem, but fun anyway

MacBeth Act V v. 19

As performed by W

Tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that even,
They still happen,
until I get raptured up into the middle of the air, anyway;
And in the past people have died. I wish they hadn't! But there's not much I can do about that anyway, is there? Cuz that's the way life works.
Life's kinda short and dull; it's like there's this bad actor,
And he doesn't know how to act very good and messes up his lines,
So he gets thrown out of the show. He's gone, and no one cares because he was bad, y'see? He's outta there. It's kinda like a story
I told, back when I was a kid, that scared all the other kids,
They got a laugh out of it, then we took the nerds on a snipe hunt.
Heh heh heh...