Ten Dollars a Day

Originally written March 28, 2008

There are people in this world asking about,
The billions of dollars disappearing into Iraq.
The only answers that we receive,
Is they sure ain’t coming back.
Lots talk about McCain and his war,
That he says is going well.
And ask him and Bush and Cheney,
If they are ready to tell.
The truth about eight thousand Sunni insurgents,
Infested with Al-Qaeda, our arch enemy.
Who if they are willing to say,
They won’t fight and kill our soldiers.
Will receive each and every man,
A salary of ten dollars a day.
What kind of war are we waging?
When we have to pay the Sunni insurgents,
Not to fight so we can say.
Our surge is working,
And the war is going our way.
Four thousand men have died so far in this war,
And the cost estimate is trillions.
And if the public begins to get disgusted,
They get slipped a few billion.
If they wait till next May for a tax rebate.
The Iraqi has a fifty billion dollar surplus,
On their oil’s ill-gotten gains.
While our country’s soldiers die,
The Taliban are making gains.
The Opium trade is gaining strength,
And our allies are pulling out.
But we are still doing great,
Our lying leaders shout.
All our respect from other countries has gone.
Call me a left wing liberal,
And try to prove me wrong.
There is one thing I have to say, to every one of you,
Let’s get Obama in and see what he can do.

**The word has finally come out that an army of insurgents equipped and paid by the U.S. Army in Iraq, calling themselves the ‘Sons of Iraq”. Has been taken over and to be paid by the Iraq government instead of the United States.

Politics as Usual

Originally written September 5, 2008

The Republicans and the Democrats,
Across the aisle from each other sat.
Neither saying much at all,
They were having a quorum call.
Then to show how they cherish our nation,
They gave themselves a raise,
Then went on vacation.

That ain’t all they’re gonna do,
They’re going to ‘pork’ a page or two.
Later some will give a speech,
How our troubles end is within reach.
The only thing we have to do,
Is vote them in for another term or two.

Victory is within our reach,
We just have to believe their speech.
Our environment has no worry at all,
As long as our vice president has no balls.

Now John McCain, he shows no fear,
At sending our children we hold dear.
Over to fight and die to prove he,
Deserves to be the one to run this country.

He may not read a teleprompter,
As fast and with gestures like Obama.
But he has a hockey mama to take up the slack,
Lookout Democrats, he’s coming back!

My Preacher

Originally written March 30, 2008

I heard my preacher’s sermon the other day,
That really made me frown.
He said David tied his ass to a tree,
Then danced two miles into town.
I got up from my pew,
And started toward the door.
I may some day run for president,
So I can’t use him no more.
I really liked that preacher,
He lived what he preached I know.
But with someone like Hannity asking why I stayed,
I knew I had better get up and go.
Someday near the close of my existence,
When I reach that long last ditch.
I expect I’ll have to explain,
Why I made the switch.
I said I liked that preacher,
His speech, his Christian views.
But if I had run for president,
He might have made me lose.