PrintMay 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.
