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set my fears, why don’t cha, Barry?


One Fear illustration from Book of Fears

One Fear illustration from Book of Fears (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

set my fears, why don’t cha, Barry
you burn my ears, like Stooge’s Larry

set my fears, why don’t cha, Barry
you just keep it draggin’ on

The N D double A took my baby away
and Honey Boo Boo is all the press have to say

You live a lie and you spread it to us
why don’t ya give some reg’lar  folks some Trust

to think just for themselves

I get sad when your media tells us to cry
sad that people believe in half-truths and lies

set my fears, why don’t cha, Barry
you make me sick, like dysentery

set my fears, why don’t cha, Barry
you just keep it draggin’ on

 

Sucky SoundCloud vocal attempt by Agnew, drunk:  <click here>

The Ballad of Marshall Awe


Marshall 100 W Super Lead modifications

Marshall 100 W Super Lead modifications (Photo credit: germanium)

 

The Ballad of Marshall Awe

Marshall was born to humble folk
mixed and outcast from his friends
no one listened when he spoke
he daydreamed daily, means and ends

Marshall vowed one day to rule
and never to be looked down upon again
he worked into the finest schools
and formulated his ruling plan

there’d be none of this or none of that
once he had taken charge
trifles he would substitute for math
and only his cronies living large

he had devices and eyes in the sky
and massaged the media with his charm
of course the people never knew why
his system brought them only harm

but perplexed and maybe lulled to sleep
by TV, smartphones and the internet
people forgot every promise Marshall didn’t keep
and spiraled into slavery’s debt

prophets, poets, writers and such
had desperately tried to warn the masses
did their efforts result in much?
Marshall vowed to never free their asses

 

underwear i own


Mitt Presley

Mitt Presley (Photo credit: JonMartinTravelPhotography)

underwear i own

i steals into the night
i steals into your home
i heads straight for your pile
o’ dirty laundry
and back to my place i do roam

ma favorite pair of dirty undies
is some magic ‘uns i took from Mitt
they made o’ underoos
with magic symbols
even got a stripe o’ Romney’s shit

ma next favorite from the Dalai Lama
they smells like rosewater and really glow
he the cleanest mutha fucker
ever wore a Saffron Robe

I got Obama’s whitie tighties
hangin’ from a barber pole
in ma little crippled city
(where a big sign say sumpin about an American Recovery act
or sumpin like dat)
ya think i’d smell what comes from his asshole?

Drone Ditty and Drone Poem


MQ-1L Predator UAV armed with AGM-114 Hellfire...

MQ-1L Predator UAV armed with AGM-114 Hellfire missiles (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What must it be like to have the mind of a death drone.  I imagine them as happy little killers so
I wrote a ditty and a poem.

i’m a lil drone bot,
sleek and fast
here is my missile
here is my mast
i’ll put you six feet under
with a blast
you won’t see me coming
and you’ll breathe your last

DRONE POEM

i dreamt i was a happy drone
looking for some unfortunate target
over Yemen or Somalia…
oh so many countries to choose from

i love shooting my hellfire missiles
at the completely unawares
can’t wait to try it out on my home soil

oh well, a drone can dream, can’t it
i’ll have my day

So you see it’s not so bad, that dead child just made a lonely drone’s day!

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