"A Bridge to Erehwon"
She first overtly hunted Some money for a bridge Then switched and said she wanted, For Eskimos, a Fridge.
But still she kept the money And spent it anyhow While claiming that her honey Was -- had you heard? -- a POW.
Her blatant obfuscation Has trampled over truth In lying to the nation
From Dallas to Duluth.
If you want "change" then copy The man who offered hope, Then grow some Afghan Poppy To hook the rubes on dope.
It really doesn't matter What words the White Girl speaks. She's madder than a hatter But thrills the Christian freaks.
America's gone batty: A Bedlam for the boobs Who thrive on rumor catty Seen on their TV tubes.
The folks just want to get on With life that has no mind. They thus will always bet on The bland who lead the blind.
The Valley Girl now utters Her mall refrain: "fer shure!" Frank Zappa's song still mutters The truth: "There is no cure."
She's got some “sex” to offer If you don't look too close. But if you buy the proffer, She'll leave you with a dose.
Republican perversion
From sex suppressed too long Results in sick subversion And government gone wrong.
And so to vie for dumb votes The White Girl gets it on: Utopia for zygotes! Spelled backwards: Erehwon.
Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright 2008