I found this on a philosophy blog today. Enjoy!
Now that November's nipped our bums
With frost and desolation,
And Bush and all his right-wing chums
Have swept our mooing nation,
When tears bedew my shining cheeks,
I weep not for John Kerry,
Who pandered to gun-toting freaks
And would not let gays marry.
I do not mourn for Howard Dean
Despite his peacenik creds,
And Sharpton was a drama queen,
And Lieberman on meds.
And Clark did tend towards mumbling,
All plumed with hawkish feathers,
And Edwards, well, he's stumbling,
A vane for all our weathers.
No, when I mourn the Democrats
Who should wear Honesty
And Moral Values and White Hats
And Being Strong and Free
And Peace and Civil Liberty
And Eating All Your Spinach
For all America to see,
I weep for sweet Kucinich.
Kucinich had a crooked smile
That winked at all our whining.
Kucinich walked a crooked mile
With footsteps straight and shining.
Kucinich was for Peace and Love
And Hugs instead of Hitting,
Kucinich was a cooing dove
While all the hawks were spitting.
Kucinich used his inside voice
And loved his fellow man.
And one state made the Kooch its choice
At the con-ven-ti-on.
But all the others lost their way
And nominated Kerry,
And with conviction Bush could stab,
And John could only parry.
So on this dark November day
I mourn our country's fate,
And hope that we can find our way
And that it's not too late
To find our lib'ral souls again,
And learn how not to mooch,
To stand up proud from 'mid our pain
And win one for the Kooch.
-Savannah
Originally posted by bbarryay
[b]I found this on a philosophy blog today. Enjoy!
Now that November's nipped our bums
With frost and desolation,
And Bush and all his right-wing chums
Have swept our mooing nation,
When tears bedew my shining cheeks,
I weep not for John Kerry,
Who pandered to gun-toting freaks
And would not let gays marry.
I do not mourn for Howard Dean
De ...[text shortened]... ow not to mooch,
To stand up proud from 'mid our pain
And win one for the Kooch.
-Savannah[/b]