Hinky Jinky, Stinky Pinky The One Percent will play. Squirrelly Shirley Hurly Burly In the full light of day. Hop them, bop them; You can’t stop them. They’re never going away. Crying, trying, always lying, They count on your ignorance. Hinky Jinky, Stinky Pinky Wham bam, thank you man. Daffy, laffy, slappy happy. What’s the
I know I am a bad kid, Things I did were awful So I deserve every slap, Every punch, every insult Like “little bastard” and Son of a bitch. Everything. Call me what I am as I Have been appallingly bad As a child, as an offspring, An embarrassment to you. Show me that ugly
Scoundrels and rascals All decked out in pastels And Brooks Brothers suits With cuff links to boot And five hundred dollar ties Thinking that makes them wise; Just one of the rich guys And nobody to question them, Never harrumph or an ahem Because they are above it all, No boring trips to the mall
Smoking butts from ashtrays And twice-cooked coffee grounds, Bumming coins from my neighbors And searching for change on the ground. Mayonnaise sandwiches daily And buying ramen by the case I switched from Coke to iced tea. I like the difference it makes. Being poor is a decision I made It affects virtually everything I do.
Chaining any people Beating them with whips, Reducing their existence To ugly racist quips. Treating them as cattle And selling them the same Is horror of the highest stripe And is nothing like a game. This is sin. Using sales people to lie And bring people here Then making them slaves For a long period
250 gals and one old guy Lusting after me and I know why. I am a Congressman, I am a Republican, And they know what that means. It means big money in my jeans. Big money for partying hearty And if the bimbos are smarties They will kiss a lot of fat ass And never
The time is here, To overcome fear and apathy That come from a lack of empathy; When the regular folks don’t need And those fueled by greed rule, When our leaders are fools Who only care about the rich And those who pay them. This always is the birth Of the rape of earth and
Fools blather about the glory of the fight And don’t hear the mothers crying at night. The wives of those marauders on the roam Cry because their husbands can’t come home. The children of these battle-addicted men Go away, eyes ashine, never to return again. And still the moneyed few, urge on toward Yet those
Pantywaist, This shows no taste. Light in the loafers, Maybe for gofers. Squats to pee, Who? Not me! Limp-wristed, It’s twisted, maybe. Sissy and sissified, Maybe somebody lied. Fag and faggot, You’re a bigot. Bigass Fruit, Zoot and all root. Tuttifruity, Call to gay duty. Half a man, Sometimes better than. Tinkerbell, Go to hell.
They didn’t take our rights, We let them. They didn’t steal our taxes, We let them. They didn’t jigger the laws, We helped them. They didn’t become bigots, They always were. They didn’t change into crooks, They always were. They didn’t take our birthrights, We surrendered them. They didn’t arrest criminals, They arrested us. They