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May 21, 2009 He Who Must Not Be Laughed At (a poem)
I speak of One
Beyond compare. Who came to save The USA (Chicago way, That Is To Say.) Beware! Beware! He Isn't Funny! Don't You Laugh! Wipe Off That Smile HWMN-BLA! HWMN-BLA! (*) His Flashing Eyes His Prancing Air He baffles All the Jokers From Hollywood to Vine Can't think of anything To giggle at No bumps and grinds No flubs and slips No pratfalls And no banana peels Ever Again! Nothing to Laugh At Nothing Funny From Greenwich Village To The Vinyard And Left Bank of the Seine There's Nothing Here to Laugh At Move On! You Just Move On! Our Light-Worker is Serious O Deadly, Deadly Serious Has Come to Save the Planet, To Stop the Rising Waters With Nancy, Dick and Harry All Congress Critters True Don't Dare To Crack a Smile! Alf Neuman and Mad Magazine Look On in Baffled Awe Those Ears! Those Ears! Not Funny No Bumping Into Walls No Bowing Down to Saudi Kings No Victory in WOT (--- wot's NOT called WOT No More) The One Who Can't Be Laughed At Because He's Good And Bronzed So Well And Leans so Left He Might Fall Down If We But Giggled A teensy Bit Beware! Beware! Oh, Don't You Dare! His Flashing Eyes! His Prancing Air! Weave a circle around him thrice and shut your eyes with holy dread What Could Be Funny ‘Bout the Bamster The One, the True Who Makes Us Pure Like JFK and LBJ, And Jimmy's Way In Days of Yore Of Moral Politics And Liberals Unsullied. We've Lost Our Way It's Sad to Say So Sorry, So, So Sorry, Pray to Our Moral Betters ‘Round the Globe Forgive Our Nation Bowing Low To Saudi Royals Berlin Rallies And Cairo Imams So Sorry, So, So Sorry, Say We For All Our Sins Of Self-Defense Post Nine One One Two Thousand One. Oh, Ne'er Again! From Now Till Doomsday We'll be Good Won't Ever Waterboard A Hood No Matter What They Do To Brooklyn Or Washington, DC Or Nancy's House Of Ill Repute Or Harry Reid The Righteous Sage Of Old Las Vegas Real Estate No matter if We lose Wall Street That Place of Money-Grubbing Greed No, No, No more Abuse We Swear, We have our Standards Up to bear No Constitution USA But UN law Chicago way We need to blast The CIA, And General Motors B of A Buy Chrysler Sell Them Low, Buy High But Save Our Souls In Detroit City With Supreme Justices Ruled by Pity No Rule of Law For Us No Mo' For Those in Need Who Rob a Sto' HWMN-BLA, HWMN-BLA! (*) I hear you say Obamanoids Will make our day Down, down we say The USA For we now know Chicago Way. (*) HWMN-BLA, pronounced HUMMN-BLAH. To be pronounced devoutly, while head-knocking on a cold floor toward Washington, D.C. James Lewis denies any responsibility.
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