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

I lost my job
I’ve got two kids and a father in need
Feel I got robbed
Spend all my time
Trying to make ends meet

So tell me
Where is my bonus
Where is my loophole
Where is my tax cut and my 401K
All this tea bagging
Has got me gagging
On the bingo balls
Of Bush’s wall street fakes

I’ve been Linked-in
I’ve been Yahoo’d
And Monster Jobbed
I’ve been Twittered
A mouthful of balls
Is all I got

So tell me
Where is my bonus
Where is my loophole
Where is my tax cut and my 401K
All this tea bagging
Has got me gagging
On the bingo balls
Of bush’s wall street fakes

Give me a T
Give me an E
Give me and A
What’s that spell?

BALLS!!!!

Copyright 2009 all rights reserved
By Camille Bright-Smith