The fox and the Hound
There is a fox and a hound perched up on a mound
This place is full of the drool of mules
Mules that kick and mules that lick
All of them in common as all them are pricks
My meaning is clear so do not be insincere
The Fox and Hound are nightly on your mound
You flip and daze all in a craze
A maze to be sure for those who are pure
The cure is so simple why didn't you ask?
A republican and democrat wearing the same mask
You ponder and wonder why it all sounds so drask
Why the left and the right both shutter at the task
The news made a mound
Your mound free of news
All because you had to watch a fox and a hound
All calling back to a station called Fox News
Political Truth
liberals drool
conservative fools
All go about interdependent on mules
If you were misguided, hoping to be delighted
Your plight is slighted, they will never be indicted
For it is all for naught
Not for all to be caught
Politian's and plantations
Equally corrupt in emancipation and proclamation
Prancing in procrastination
John Kerry's House of Condiments
The conscious wisdom to flop to flip or flip to flop
Those that choose are often not ready for on the spot
But if you are like many who do, and choose a path anew
Please do not stew in the press's bleeding due.
Elections like captions are chosen by the conscious
Conscious of the choice not of the voice
If your wisdom is impaired than do not be dared
For the choice is yours to flip or flop but not to be prepared
Your record declared, and the voices well aired,
Stay on message
For in the passage is a decrepit fate
The reversal of steps and a press voting to obfuscate
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This is one case where a poem actually seems right for this site. You may also want to post it at ProgressiveU's Creative Writing site too, just for the heck of it.
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Mind Control is Easier Than You Think
These lyrics reminded me that Hillary and McCain make me wanna Ralph.
The Once-ler: Well, what do you want? I should shut down my factory, fire a hundred-thousand workers? Is that good economics, is that sound for the country?
For that genius poem
This should be everywhere
Because its true