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Vox Frustrati (Vol. 3): “Limericks”
This is Vox Frustrati, a voice for progressives everywhere.
Today we feature a selection of Limericks that cover the political landscape.To be followed in the future by several pieces on the war and the economy as well as more limericks that we receive from you.
The prisons are bursting their seams
But only in my wildest dreams
Is real justice done
As the banksters are sentenced in teams
The banksters are such a vile breed
Dear God our prayer do please heed
With their worship of mammon
They’ve stolen the gammon
So please jail them all with great speed.
So Tim Geithner’s in charge of the cash
And our country he’s willing to trash
For his buddies the bankers
And all wall street wankers
Middle class down the tubes in a flash
And then we’ve got Helicopter Ben
With his mind boggling fiscular zen
Seems clueless of bubbles
and economic troubles
As he hides in his Fed reserve den
Mind you Summers has now left the town
No more advice from this greedmongering clown
He ruined things once
They rehired the dunce
Who could’ve predicted that things would go down?
We thought our prez was nobody’s fool
But of corporate goons he is a tool
If we could just trade his whine
For a really stiff spine
Well damn, that would really be cool
Our president, first name Barack
Had Osama shot and put in a sack
Then dropped in the deep
How Al Qaeda did weep
Now if he would only get out of Iraq
Obama’s the number one man
When campaigning he told us his plan
But he lied through his teeth
That’s really our beef
The last straw was Afghanistan
As it is only truth our President speaks
And we recall he said days not weeks
Then I can only say
There are 200 hours in each day
As in Tripoli havoc he wreaks
The Repugs are really the pits
They’d pull Social Security to bits
And Medicare too
And really screw you
As I’ve told you they really are shits
When Dems were true to their cause
They opposed the PATRIOT Act without pause
But these days we find
They’ve left honor behind
Can you hear the Neocons applause?
The unemployment lines grow day by day
As all of the jobs go away
You’d think it would be
A top priority
Of our leaders… but what can I say?
How sad our Department of J
Has taken a long Holiday
From justice for all
(Twas their oath I recall)
And lets all the worst perps get away
And speaking of that DOJ
On vacation it continues to play
And it turns a blind eye
To the worst felony
As the torturers all get away.
On one level these lyrics are laughable, loony, with a larkish lilt and lingering loquacity but as in vino veritas likewise so in humor where the vanished veracity of the vacillating visicissitudes of our vain, vulpine and venal VIPs is unveiled for voters to visualize.
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