Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved

By Camile Bright-Smith

On Monday I met a fundie

Said Obama’s plan would bring the second coming

On Tuesday I met a groupie

She smiled and said Glenn Beck had kissed her Uzi

Wednesday came and to my shame

The Teabaggers were out again

And Thursday was filled to bursting

With easy lies about the Youth in Asia

CHORUS

But me, I am a patriot

Sticks and stones

Will break my bones

But flames will never hurt me

It isn’t socialistic to heal the sick

I think a better word might be PATRIOT

They’re going at it on the internet

Sayin’ 1 in 5 are gonna have to die

Its compromise, gotta admit

But the odds are better, 4 can live forever

All the wing-nuts are white as ghosts

In mortal fear that Rush won’t get his daily dose

O’Reilly is afeard of treatment

If he isn’t mental Fox will be defeated

CHORUS

On Monday and Tuesday

On Wednesday and Thursday

On Friday and Saturday

And no rest on Sunday

I’m standing up for this

I am a PATRIOT

Traveling West
Day after war declarations
I am astonished
By the sun brightly resting
Atop pointed peaks
Blinding, defined
Guarding the angels in Vegas

Beautiful Bombers
Enormous and graceful
Ferocious and shining, Beautiful
Beautiful Bombers
Take off out of Vegas
Bank for the east, Beautiful
Beautiful Bombers
Wonder of science
Beautiful Bombers

One silver star
Winking at me
Just underneath
A wry grin of a moon
A layer of orange
A layer of blue
Folds into indigo
in the rear view
That’s gotta be at least 17 B-52’s

Beautiful Bombers
Enormous and graceful
Ferocious and shining, Beautiful
Beautiful Bombers
Take off out of Vegas
Bank for the east, Beautiful
Beautiful Bombers
Wonder of science
Beautiful Bombers

One after one
Thundering wonders
Envoys of sorrow
Indifferent destroyers
Distant and fatal
Floating and graceful
Roaring and beastly
Disturbing the peace

Copyright 2009 by Camille Bright-Smith
All rights reserved