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Saturday, February 13, 2016


My ignorance is as good as your knowledge,
I don’t give a damn what you say,
I can believe ANY crazy-ass thing,
‘Cause the facts don’t get in my way
My dumb-ass vote counts as much as your smart one,
When wrong, I’m never in doubt,
Aggressive stupidity beats thoughtful analysis,
And the fact-checkers always strike out.
This steaming pile of know-nothingness,
Attracts the brain-washed and drip-dried,
If democracy needs an informed electorate,
It looks like democracy has died.

Monday, July 13, 2015


Just one good, old American vote
They promised, was all I would need,
But that was back in the good old days
Before good old American Greed.

 And now I’m allowed to spend millions
To buy who will represent me,
And you, my friend, may spend millions too,
They say it’s equality!

Democracy’s now just an auction.                              
The Supreme Court’s too dumb to see,
When the Kochs spend a billion on their guy,
I need a billion to disagree.


Tuesday, March 10, 2015


Democracy feels like a giant rock
That I push up a steep, steep hill.
I DO work hard and play by the rules,
But I’m pushing…pushing, still.

This rock gets harder and harder to push,
It’ll flatten me, now, if I stop,
And a happy group of well-off folks,
Is laughing at me from the top.

A lifetime of pushing this rock up this hill,
With never a bit of slack,
And now I find out, those folks at the top…
Those bastards have been pushing back!


Friday, February 27, 2015


Too proud to beg,
Too nervous to steal,
Too stubborn to starve,
Too angry to kneel.

“Workers arise!” seems too quaint a phrase,
For fighting this ruthless war,
When the corporate cats are so fat-ass rich,
And the wage-slaves so church-mouse poor.

© 2012

Wednesday, February 25, 2015


Longer hours and shorter pay,
And we take it, take it, take it,
Shorter fuse and a longer day,
And we take it, take it, take it,
Shorten the leash and they yank, yank, yank,
Stretch us on the rack, and they crank, crank, crank
And the wealth flows up to the precious few,
Who take it, take it, take it to the bank.

© 2013

Friday, February 20, 2015


T’was hot, sweaty work, back in the day,
For racists who marched with the KKK,
They burned fiery crosses and pillaged the land,
Proud of their hate and the blood on their hands.

But now it’s an industry, scrubbed and blow-dried,
Where the gun is cocked or the noose is tied,
By haters who make just enough of a fuss,
To say our Black president’s not one of us.


Saturday, January 17, 2015


Religion's not nice these days,
Showing its medieval ways.
A mean, nasty fungus
Is spreading among us
To prey instead of to pray,
And the Golden Rule's so yesterday.


Wednesday, November 19, 2014


The president has the bully pulpit,
At least that’s what they say,
Liberals think he should bully up,
And play like his enemies play.

The president’s big disadvantage,
Is being a reasonable dude,
His fall-back position is logic,
What he needs is...Attitude!

Republicans whined for his leadership,
But it looks like they've turned that page,
'Cause a threat of executive action,
Causes red-eyed Republican rage!
He’s been the target of flagrant fouls,
By GOP hacks and punks,
It’s time to show ‘em that he’s got game,
So…In their face with the slam dunks!


Sunday, November 9, 2014


Mr. Smith goes to Washington. What does he find?
Gridlock!  On a grandiose scale.
Voters sent him to get stuff done,
Like Frank Capra's old fairy tale.

But Senator Smith will be hog-tied,
By obstructionist trolls and jerks,
Whose bitter distain for We the People,
Compells them to gum up the works.

So the senator takes up arms,
In a partisan brawl of accusers,
While Americans watch with a cynical eye,
Knowing that we'll be the losers.


Tuesday, September 30, 2014


When the first peace pipe was passed,
A mellow medicine man,
Crafted the first legislation,
A bad immigration plan.

And so the fuss of THEM and US,
The cranky-ass need to condemn,
Except for descendants of Sitting Bull,
All of US used to be THEM.


Monday, September 22, 2014


He looks down on mankind's mortal mess,
And He’s more than a little dismayed,
Sternly He speaks:  We have to talk,
Humanity’s fabric is frayed.

I taketh offense at you fortunate few,
Who’ve grabbed so much of the gold,
While needy masses of dispossessed,
Sleep outside in the cold.

I wonder what part of the golden rule,
You corporate crooks don’t get,
Your sinful, greedy ill-gotten gains,
Exceedeth the national debt!

Remember the camel…the eye of the needle?
Salvation’s not meant to be free,
In My Book, greed is the deadliest sin,
So don’t come praying to me.

I mourn humanity’s loss of compassion,
And greed is its primal tool,
Whoever would meet thy Maker (that’s Me!),
Live thee by My Golden Rule!


Wednesday, September 10, 2014


The A Team was born on third base,
When they score it's ruled a home run,
The B Team knows that the game is rigged,
And it no longer seems like fun.

The A Team gets to hire all the umps,
And still claim there's justice for all,
But they DON'T get to claim they're Babe Ruth,
When they never have hit a curve ball.


Wednesday, August 20, 2014


I gazed upon the stars and stripes,
And pondered chemistry,
Our melting pot is at a boil,
An integration spree.

If every flavor in the pot,
Achieves assimilation,
The stew becomes a mellow brew,
Of savory integration.

But just one cook can spoil the broth,
With bitter polyglot,
One pinch of vitriolic spice.
Ignites the whole damn pot.


Saturday, December 21, 2013


He used to spend millions on Head Start,
How cute is a four-year-old?
Heating assistance for old folks,
'Cause that was the way he rolled.

Millions for foodstamps, Meals on Wheels,
Even for teachers’ pay.
He spent gazillions to educate kids,
Who might have jobs some day.

Well, not anymore.  He says we're broke!
He yells at us “Tighten your belts!”
Does that go for billionaires’ second yachts?
Well, no…but for everyone else.

Looks like it’s mostly us poor folks,
Get blamed for this fiscal fuss,
I used to think rich people had all the money,
But now it turns out…it’s us!


Tuesday, July 9, 2013


To ban abortion AND contraception,
That's the GOP's goal,
 With all the Viagra that's out there?
 But that's how Republicans roll.

It's totalitarian motherhood,
With peeping-tom government probes,
To snoop into every live uterus,
By beaurocratic sex-o-phobes.

But hell hath no fury like women betrayed,
By bully-boy GOP hacks,
'Cause now we know where government goes,
When they get it off of our backs.


Wednesday, April 3, 2013


Is happiness really a warm gun?
With a shooter, sane or insane?
When the law’s nonchalant about gun sales,
And the victims too dead to complain?

Welcome to Hostage America,
Where we never learned our lesson,
To buy more stock in solutions,
And less in Smith and Wesson.

This is the NRA's rodeo,
Just ask your congressman why,
When the NRA tells him to jump,
The fun is which way and how high.

Is happiness really a warm gun?
The NRA wants us ALL armed!
When the U.S. is worse than the O.K. Corral,
The Second Amendment has lost it's charm.


Monday, March 18, 2013


Republicans thought they were gold,
They sold their souls for a win,
They told some magnificent lies,
Spun all that crazy-ass spin.

They scapegoated all minorities,
Threatened the working poor,
Fearmongered every democrat,
That usually worked before.

They deliberately offended gays,
Called climate scientists crazy,
Carpet bombed poor Planned Parenthood,
And called the out-of-work lazy.

Insulted a whole lot of women,
Picked on our teachers again,
And the people the GOP said they don’t like,
Voted to not like them.        


Tuesday, February 19, 2013


Republicans claimed to be fiscal saints,
After eight years of Bush’s red-inking!
In '08 they hand off the ship of state,
Just as the old tub is sinking.

Captain Obama called hands on deck,
'Cause the Dow did a big belly-flop,
Republicans stood in their fiscal puddle,
And never would go get a mop.

We're now in the Straits of Obstruction,
Where compromise seems to have drowned,
Will they scuttle our whole damn Ship of State,
To make sure the Captain goes down?

© 2013

Monday, February 18, 2013


Last summer the red states were sizzling,
Like a hunk of red meat on the fire,
Temperatures hotter than ever before,
Predicted to go even higher.

They knew it was not global warming,
They've always known that was a fraud.
They're pretty sure science is liberal,
So that means the numbers are flawed.

Well, let's get it's climate change!
That's causing this stranglehold,
And there will be floods like Noa's Ark,
And winter time frosty-ass cold.

But red states are still in denial,
How could it get that hot?
'Cause global warming will fry your ass,
Whether you're a believer or not!

When glaciers are melted and rivers are dry,
Humanity's dying of thirst,
If justice is done, the climate deniers,
Will surely be barbecued first.


Friday, June 29, 2012


Remember, they didn’t trust women to vote,
They fought it for 50 grim years.
They cried and wailed about child-labor laws,
Dollar signs mixed with their tears.

They so hated Social Security,
They cast a unanimous nay,
It offends their values when old folks are paid,
To be useless and just in the way.
Their sinister scheme to starve the government,
Hurts we the people.  That’s us!
While we foot the bill for congressional pay,
They’re plotting to blow up our bus!
Stingy and mean as junk-yard dogs,
This surly crowd pledges to fight,
For your FREEDOM!  To struggle, starve and die,
As long as it’s done out of sight.

Thursday, May 10, 2012


The see-evil Christian speaks loudly of sin,
With a wedge issue up his sleeve.
The golden-rule Christian speaks softly of tolerance.
Permissive!  They’d have us believe.
But beating up gays and preaching damnation,
Seems mean clear through to the bone.
How peaceful t’would be if they’d wait for the Rapture,
And just leave us sinners alone.

Monday, April 30, 2012


Republicans dislike the truth,
They bring their own facts to the fight,
They know when you’re peddling snake oil,
You keep the damn snake out of sight,

They cry global warming’s a hoax,
Suspicious of gravity too,
It’s rumored they still think the world is flat,
I’m sure they have facts if they do.

They think evolution's a liberal trick,
They say contraception's not right,
Their facts show the tax-cut fairy.
Can wipe out the debt overnight.

Their ongoing war on women,
Is too big to hide with a lie,
So what do they do when everything shows?
Deny, deny, deny.

They’re still busy proving our president,
Was some kind of fraud all along,
They cherish the thought they’re the only ones right,
While the rest of the world is wrong.


Wednesday, April 11, 2012


Abortion opponents can have it both ways,
They fight contraception as well.
Instead of one happy solution for all,
Two angry wedge issues to sell.

Friday, April 6, 2012


The guys in the black robes are pissing me off,
They get it wrong year after year,
If you think that money's free speech, try this:
Say "Bartender, where's my free beer?"

Wednesday, November 9, 2011


Greedy big banks have lost hundreds of thousands of customers who grabbed their money
and ran.  Trying to reverse that old bailout?

Congratulation, taxpayers.  Look what you've done,
Made Wall Street into Attila the Hun.

You bailed out the banks and saved a disaster,
Could they have been less grateful any faster?

Taxpayers, remember, at one time you owned,
A thousand broke banks and a savings and loan.

Next time they tell you they’re too big to fail,
You'll know it's the usual 1% wail.

You 99%... you poor huddled masses,
Saved their crooked aristocratic asses.

Pretty damn heroic, to save the big banks!
Any day now, I’m sure they’ll say thanks.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011


With apologies to Ernest Thayer, author of that
great American classic, "Casey at the Bat."
No apologies, however, to Casey...

It looked extremely rocky for the Mudville kids that day,
The score: 18 to 20 with one inning left to play,
And so when Tommy died at first, and Joey did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the parents at the game.

They said, “If only Butch were here, or Petey, in that box.”
But Butch and Petey, hitters both, were home with chicken pox,
But Billy bunted safely and Ricky’s bat exploded,
Johnny got a walk, and they had the bases loaded!

Then from the gladdened multitude arose an anguished groan,
Some parents laughed or snickered and some were heard to moan,
Some offered false encouragement, the rest morosely sat,
For Pee Wee, little Pee Wee, was advancing to the bat.

There was doubt in Pee Wee’s manner as he walked up to the box,
A hitch in Pee Wee’s gait as he tripped upon his sox,
And when, responding to the jeers, he turned and lost his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt t’was Pee Wee at the bat.

Two hundred eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands in dirt,
And 50 mothers groaned as he wiped them on his shirt.
And while the stern-faced pitcher rubbed the ball against his hip,
Confusion shone in Pee Wee’s eye, a tremor touched his lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Pee Wee stood and watched it with an indecisive stare.
Right by the pint-sized batsman the ball unheeded sped:
“Can’t reach that one,” said Pee Wee.  “Ball one!” the umpire said.

Once more the scowling pitcher made the leather spheroid hum,
But Pee Wee only stood there and chewed his bubble gum.
“Ball two!” the umpire stated.  The coach yelled, “Good eye, Son!”
“A walk’s a run,” the parents cheered (though they needed more than one).

All watched as Pee Wee wiped his nose and hitched his pants up high,
They saw the pitcher grip the ball and watched him let it fly,
They saw the ball speed toward the plate and thought a strike t’would be,
But Pee Wee’s size denied it and the umpire yelled:  “Ball three!”

The frenzied parents cheered their luck, so recently forsaken,
And Pee Wee gripped the bat and tried to keep his knees from shakin’.
And now the pitcher holds the ball and now he lets it go,
And Pee Wee swings and Pee Wee clouts that ball a mighty blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land there’s misery and gloom,
The rain is raining somewhere and thunder speaks of doom,
Oh, somewhere blues are sung because there’s tears and toil and trouble,
But there ain’t no blues in Mudville.  Little Pee Wee hit a double!
                                                                        Ellen Griffith
© 1968

Tuesday, May 24, 2011


Uncle Sam doesn’t love me no more,
He’s broke and he’s in a bad mood,
I think I’m next on his chopping block,
Because he’s so cranky-ass rude.

Uncle Sam doesn’t love me no more,
I’m a fan so I don’t like to bitch,
He tells me he’s broke, yet he gives away money,
To folks who are already rich.

He used to be there when I’d need him,
He used to help out in a pinch,
He used to be glad to take care of his own,
But lately he won’t budge an inch.

Uncle Sam doesn’t love me no more,
He helped send my job overseas,
To nurture the greed of the “free market” system,
That can’t do without guarantees.

Uncle Sam doesn’t love us no more,
There’s sort of a nation-wide chill,
Do you get the feeling like I do…
He won’t mention you in his will?


Tuesday, May 17, 2011



The folks who annoy us with sin and salvation,
Are back with the end of days,
They love to point out who God doesn’t like,
And nag us to change our ways.

Two thousand years of failed predictions,
Haven’t diminished their sell,
They still charm the hopeful by dangling Salvation,
The fearful by promising Hell.

Well, I’m gonna go and sit on the porch,
I’ll throw my ol’ dog a bone,
And count the hours till they fly off in Rapture,
And leave all us sinners alone.