XV Anthony Lewis

XV    Anthony Lewis



He was the second president impeached,
And I defended him with all my might.
We knew that it was B S that he preached.
What did I care that my facts were not right?

She was a master thief and somewhat bright,
But she got sloppy or just didn't care.
I lied for her in that Whitewater fight,
And then she stole Air Force One's silverware!

Although deathbed conversions are quite rare,
I understand I threw away my prize.
So my hypocrisy, God has laid bare.
Protecting those two scumbags with my lies.

Said Henry Kissinger, "He's always wrong!"
Ken Starr was right!  That's how I'll end my song.

XIV Hugo Chavez

XIV     Hugo Chavez



Methinks the smell of sulfur's in the air!
Dang!  He just laughed and smiled a while ago.
A testament to Cuban medicare.
Now Hugo's cleared to vote in Chicago.

Fidel and Danny Glover; Rosie-O'
Won't join with him, the U. S. to berate,
And Ollie Stone is all wept out you know.
A press release from Bush:  "Hugo!  Checkmate!"

No more will this despotic reprobate
Be babbling on TV for all it's worth.
"New constitution he'll initiate..."
Eh?  Sound familiar, suckahs to the north?

Insulting hypocrite!  He sure had gall!
I wonder if Sean Penn will bear his pall.

XIII Mary J Corey

XIII     Mary J Corey



The politicians hack so furious!
Not likely that the facts will soon emerge.
I never took it all that serious.
I should have fought against that tribal urge.

One side's faux pauxs, endeavoring to purge,
We railed about the forty-some percent,
Instead of making "open mike" the scourge.
To smoke and mirrors, our attentions went.

I quite regret now,all the time we spent
To play class warfare on that poor old goat.
Obama turned out not quite heaven-sent.
Could I go back?  I'd like to change my vote!

Alive again, my heart would surely break,
As you sleep in the bed I helped to make.

XII Mark Saylor

XII     Mark Saylor



Behold us, comrades!  We're the L. A. Times.
To spike a story is not such a sin.
We lose our voices.  Just a bunch of mimes.
We'll write of Lindsay Lohan drinking gin.

There has to be some kind of left hand spin.
Let's find out what Madonna has to say.
Now, only commie candidates must win,
So we'll report and we'll decide today.

Just think about which nasty card to play.
Ignore the right unless they're behind bars.
If it's not true just write it anyway!
And give ourselves awards.  Just like the stars!

A tumor grows in our collective brain.
So grab your pen and board the gravy train.

XI Lou Parajos

XI     Lou Parajos




The highest rate of crime in fifty states;
The highest rate of AIDS in all the land;
Blood draining down the city's gutter grates.
Is that a large size cola in your hand?

You can't go on a walk as you had planned,
But you can get a cab for sixty bucks.
Is not the culture of our city grand?
Let's do some PCP and hijack trucks.

Let's face it!  Our idyllic set-up sucks.
We thought you only needed Schumer's views.
You don't deserve this media of clucks.
Oh, what a hopeless rag, the Daily News.

All that our fathers built, of great renown,
Our papers and their lackeys have brought down.