Joe's straight up orthodox

But when it comes to political party

A casual shirk

And on their house a pox...

Joe doesn't care about

To which party he belongs

Joe's of a simple mind

To right all the world's wrongs

Because Joe believes

That it's only through his devoted skill

That every arab terrorist out there

Will be

Tagged, bagged, and killed

Of course Joe's no terrorist in his own virtuous mind

Because if he were to get a whiff of his own stink

He'd turn deaf, dumb, and blind...

But it's those dumb cunts in Conneticut

That keep returning him to work.

Put your preach to somebody else...

Celebratory story

Celibate habit

Real Reality

Cos Trix are for Rabbit

& Stinky

Hound's tooth is sharp

Cider with bite

Trees clothed with bark

Why carp

When one could have cod?

Is one the lesser

Of the "true fishes"

Of god?

The vivid word painter...

Is the IslamoAlarmist Thrashist...

You've made it to the the TV bigtime.

Ketchup

Understood?

Celery

Fibrous invites

To

Excites

Goodness food...

...cos I'm runnin' low on toilet paper.

Limberger

Dizzy-ease

Radio K.O.R.N.Y.

Oxycontin

Pass meez duh

'Publican Cheese

Was the Publicans

Respectable

General of another color

Now they're mad

That he no longer

Calls them brother...

Is impressively commanding

As his verse without curse

Is poignantly demanding...

magically rub its sides

and out comes

something stinks....

But the only thing stinky is "backing up"

Is the toilet...

Has got to go.

In your own

Pea brained mind....

Just you hush

When will you deliver yourself

That definative final flush?

He's long been a happy tenant

And for many long years he's enjoyed it.

And Rush loves Stinky

From the tip of his turd

To the end of his pinky.

That bad aroma

Would be something stinks

Who hasn't the common courtesy to flush

After he shits out what he thinks.

No Dittohead is he

He is rather instead

A Shittohead

To the umteenth stinky degree...

Stands for Stinky Shits

The knid that fills the room

When the Lysol suddenly quits...

Palin stink-wink

Flatters Celric

Vegitude...

There is no real telling...

And dream on about being the next Bowie.

What "mohawk" talk?

Too punk?

Too gruff?

Too bad!

Too tough?

Does your stalk

Likeways shrink

From stinky's pungent odiferous stink?

Does Klytus offend

Your beat-a-tude-in-al shaggy blend?

My edges too sharp?

Yours like beat poetry to a harp?

Stinky our friend

Who lives in the loo...

Rebirth in the Day

Green Goodness

In the Celery

Low Calorie Way

Old sun burns

Jolly Green Giant

Ho! ha! ho!

Lil' sprout learns

Happy bird-day.

"Americanism?"

Why must one make love with American pie?

Why must one track to Iraq

Shot up to die?

Why this misbegotten?

American pie

Filthy rotten..

I hate the taste of American pie

I like me some honest struddle

Cos its apple don't lie..

I-10 Fly-way

Celery stalks talks

On hiz Hoppy Bird-day!

Sovietskis aall now Dustful and Rusty

A Capone Alone

Rethuglicans Untrustly

They swim up for breath

Only to breath in their death....

From floating fish froth of fish feces

Sharks swim in black mud

And smell each other's GOP blood

A sea change of scarlet crimson

America loves Homer Simpson....

They discover

There is no "other"

..as that guy who threw a creme pie right square in the middle of Bill Kristol's fat smirking face. This woman was a fucking amateur.

Screw Opereration Pink

Their aim is yellow

You have to aim true

If you wanna pie in this face a fellow...

Capt. Beefhearts are non-cancerous

No trout fish replicas on golden pond

For real. Standing. Understanding...

Good nutrition stalks around the corner

Celery is good food.

Watchin' their clicky kitchen clocks...

They're jumpin' outta buildings!

They're hidin' behind big rocks!

"Who will do the work?"

Who will wash OUR dirty socks?

With no hint of a snort

The crud that constitutes the sludge

Of the Matt Drudge Report

Is yesteryear's

Last limp resort....

wash my dirty socks?

What jangles our national nerves

Won't one whit hurt

Danger! Danger Will Robinson!

Cries out Lost in Space robot!

It's a crisis in the McMedia making

That's what all we Uh-mericuns has got!

Before Repub U-boat is confirmed sunk

Still may lurk

Evil elephants in old attic trunk...

Some Silly sent you some Sugar Smacks

Everybody knows Trix are kids

And NY Times is for hacks...

To perverts and flashers

McCain's broken so much new ground

His poor pained ass hurts

Why so grumpy?

So disjointed?

So angry?

So pained?

Hold you the whole entire world

To blame?

You however strike me as the sort

Who'd blame little clandestine Keebler elves

You strike a desperate chord

Verging on crazy

Focus your fevered vision

Reality's not that hazey...

Is stopped up and full of shit

He's got his head up his ass

And has no tool kit...

Did Joe the plumber

Drop his monkey wrench on your head?

Best you get some rest

And just relax your fevered head...

Dissed and dismissed.

You must be funnin'.

You're runnin' with a severe case of the runs

I gotta hold my nose till you're hopefully done.

On your way now...

On your way doooooooooooooooowwwnnn.........

You need real work

The kind you won't get with Joe plumber

Workin' that special circle jerk....

Flush out your septic shitstem

And accept and take on a new knavish McMission

This message will soon very self destruct

As by all wide accounts the republicans are

Most royally fucked...

With regards to pure negativity

The chicanery of McCainery

Is a black hole of relativity...

Relatively speaking:

The McCain campaign has been sucked in

By its own negative grinding gravity

And is floating in the nega-verse

Into its own stinking cavity......

Then I left some take out uncovered in the fridge for 8 straight weeks. "Drudge" is what I called it, and oh how it reeked.

Why whoof at the moon?

Why feature in black lagoons?

Life can be sweet

When you hum its sweetest tunes