I think "Viva!" is very very good.

Nobel

For being black and POTUS
And for playing nice
With creeps the warm world over
I won a Nobel prize.

Me and my teleprompter
Stand tall for iron Peace
For all the UN's peoples,
Enforced by Thought Police.

By Marx, I'm truly humbled
To be the bloke I am:
The darling of red tyrants
Who hate old Uncle Sam.

Your poetry again
For a Dutchman wasn't shoddy
With the House passing wind
How long till Pelosi owns my body?

Let It Gore

Oh the weather outside is chilly
But the CRU's still a dilly
And because polar bear numbers are poor
Let it Gore! Let it Gore! Let it Gore!

The earth doesn't show signs of warming
But I've got junk science a'forming
Fluorescent lights are turned way down low
Let it Gore! Let it Gore! Let it Gore!

When we finally get cap-and-trade
How I'll love driving 'round in golf carts
And if we pull this scam just right
We'll get taxes for even cow farts

The CO2 may be decreasing
But now's not the time for ceasing
As long as we have model whores
Let it Gore! Let it Gore! Let it Gore!

I'm dreaming of a red blissness
Just like the ones Marx used to crow
Where the bourgeoisie is ridden
And religion forbidden
And private property has to go

I'm dreaming of a red blissness
With every class struggle I fight
May your needs and abilities be tight
And the workers of the world unite

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"From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs."

"The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles."

"Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people."

"The theory of the Communists may be summed up in the single sentence: Abolition of private property."

"The social principles of Christianity preach cowardice, self-contempt, abasement, submission, humility, in a word all the qualities of the canaille.”

"The meaning of peace is the absence of opposition to socialism.”

"The proletarians have nothing to lose, but their chains. .Workers of the world unite!"

“The first requisite for the happiness of the people is the abolition of religion”

"Nothing can have value without being an object of utility."

"The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain."

"All social rules and all relations between individuals are eroded by a cash economy, avarice drags Pluto himself out of the bowels of the earth."

Brilliant.
A fishing song by the same guy

LMAO. And here's another one by the same guy. To me, it's pure comedy gold the way he mocks the wimpy, yuppie, cray-baby, grungies of today. A tear just about came to my eye.

Tom Hawkins on Church

There may be spittle on the screen after watching this one.

Yeah, he's clever. What's really fascinating about him is that yeah, he's "The Christian Comedian"... but that didn't stop him from being funny. He knows his base, he knows his audience. He works clean, which is almost unheard of in comedy these days... but he is everyman enough to get away with the satire. It's a great mix of self- and Church- deprecating humor.

This is America to me. A guy who can embrace his faith, and yet temper it and challenge it with humor and free speech. This is a healthy recipe.

He'll go from almost Mormon mission stuff "I don't drink beer" to the brilliant "Cletus Take the Wheel" and we both understand the cultural milieu, and can smile at its eccentricities. Not many American comedians have carried that off. I'd like to see this guy go more in the direction of the Government song, because America does need to be kept honest in precisely that way. So yeah, definitely sign him up.

HUSSEIN, HUSSEIN

HUSSEIN, HUSSEIN, Lenin lite
Fighting Marx’s noble fight,
And promoting, furthermore,
The new Lysenko: Albert Gore!
  
On our poisoned warming Globe
You have lavished Change and Hope;
When you smile from ear to ear
The Leopard lies down with the deer.

Sarah Palin, on the hunt,
Is an ignorant white cunt.
In what furnace was her brain?
How can she not love HUSSEIN?

Why the devil can’t she see
The terrors in her party’s Tea?
May the State her mind delete,
May her dread heart cease to beat.

Hussein, Hussein, Lenin lite
Fighting Marx’s noble fight,
And promoting, furthermore,
The new Lysenko: Albert Gore!

(Blake)

inhaled hot decaf into lungs, and cough-laughed for about half an hour. Thanks.

Sarah, Sarah

Sarah, Sarah, burning bright
In the world-wide falling night,
Learnèd men say you’re a klutz,
Beijing and Brussels hate your guts.

God’s alive and great, you claim,
But you kill not in His name;
When folks on baby Jesus piss,
You’ll defend their right to this.

As the Western World goes south
You refuse to shut your mouth;
While sheep the marxist gospel bleat
You go out there and compete.

You’re as hot as Britney Spears,
Tough as weathered pioneers;
While okay with hugging trees,
You don’t buy into Rising Seas.

SARAH, Sarah, burning bright
In the world-wide falling night,
Learnèd men say you’re a klutz,
Nanny-Staters hate your guts.

(Blake)

ECO GIRLS

I goose-stepped wary as a Kraut
Through a field of daffodils,
When all at once I saw a crowd
Of green girls selling poison pills;
Half-naked, they were hugging trees,
Sweating in the ice cold breeze.

Gaia hates your guts, they cried,
Human beings are a pest;
Lest this warming Globe gets fried
Kill yourselves; our pills digest.
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Chanting in orgasmic trance.

Their naked bossoms danced, and this
Expelled all thought of not to be:
A lone man could not but feel bliss
In such heart-warming company.
They pressed on me a blue-white pill
Which was worth the hefty bill:

For now when I pay eco-tax,
Or hear some green crook rubbish preach,
The thought of them helps me relax
As I for my manhood reach;
And then my heart with pleasure ticks,
And dances with the Eco Chicks.

(Wordsworth)

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The Question

We stood beneath a solar-powered windmill.
Just him and me, which was without precedent.
For months I had postponed asking the question,
Not wishing to cause embarrassment.

But now, at this unguarded moment in time,
Surrounded by yellow fields of peacefull corn,
I sensed the possibility of an unprepared answer,
And I quietly asked, “Where were you born?”

Just then, the windmill’s huge spinning blades
Chopped a flock of sea gulls into a bloody mess.
As a cloud of red feathers hid him from sight
The President answered, “In the US.”

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Brother, you are on a roll. Those are awesome Sillies.

"The Question" is thematically deep. Says a lot about distraction and misdirection. Reminds me of the saying, "if it bleeds it leads" used by the media.

Postcard from London

I flew to London to see the Eye.
I saw the Eye and snapped some pics,
none of them keepers. After six
overcrowded busses had passed me by

I took the tube--to Notting Hill,
because of the movie. In an empty pub
a Guinness and some greasy grub
cost me 22 pounds. The barmaid, Jill

or Jan--a bosomy English rose--
informed me I was not her type,
nor allowed to smoke my pipe.
The National Gallery, where Van Gogh’s

Sunflowers are, was open and charming.
Holding a placard on Trafalgar Square
a bloke dressed up as a polar bear
did his bit against global warming.

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Biden recollects

We sat in the Rose Garden, Him and me.
His ratings sinking fast, He needed cheering up.
What to do? Pluck a bouquet? Buy Him a pup?
I decided to place my trust in serendipity.

The Secret Service started playing hide-and-seek.
I handed Him a rose at that unguarded moment,
saying: did you know, Comrade President,
that dear Marx knew both Latin and Greek?

Startled, He pondered the scented red rose
(a rose such as would a King befit)
and, deeply inhaling a healthy dose

of cigarette smoke, Obama arose
(lean, majestic, fighting fit)
and yelled: who gives a shit?

The Mermaid

I went out for a day of fishing,
I wandered through grass and fern,
on the brink of kinda wishing
never to return.

As I stepped into the river,
lonely as a cloud,
I noticed with a shiver
a thing half girl, half trout.

With a golden reed the creature
started scribbling in the sand;
she wrote about my future
in a hard-to-read hand.

As I, confused and humble,
at her message gazed,
she made the water tremble
and it was erased.

Moleskine


When I whip out for drawing
My Moleskine yet again,
The tube becomes my oyster,
Which I open with my pen.

My eye and hand take over,
Self consciousness is low,
As I fill up my sketchbook
With folks I'll never know.

Most of my fellow travelers
Are asleep or sitting still;
The jerky subway movement
Makes my pen feel like a drill.

No time for pussyfooting
While we to Brooklyn speed;
To draw a single person
Ten secs is all I need.

(A.E. Housman)

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Mmmm, mmmmm, that's some good silly.