Ph: Politics: Surfing Waves Of Excrement - Poem by Brian Johnston
Most surfers love Nature, don't seem a nefarious lot,
Ride their waves just for fun, don't use drugs on the main,
Don't incite poor to riot, dismiss Camelot,
Don't yell fire in close spaces for personal gain.
Many surfers still strive to be their brother's keeper,
While others view life as a zero-sum game,
Surreptitiously acting like Al-Qaeda sleeper,
Serve terrorist goals but in Patriot's name.
An actual Patriot mans ship of state with his heart,
And rejects the idea we're all lost at sea
He knows making ship smaller just drives men apart,
Only fools are sectarian, 'You can't be me! '
It's pure excrement really men stand on their own legs,
Republican pride adds scant flavor to turds,
They are liars and hypocrites, (walking on bad eggs?) ,
'Free will' means betray those who trust in your words.
They lay it on thick but can't love anyone but themselves,
No assistance to those who have nothing to lose,
Let them look under toad stools and find their own elves!
Why give squat to your country (if you have the blues) ?
The Republicans love their despicable role play,
And double speak always is good for a laugh,
With George Orwell as mentor, and Russians for foreplay,
A Putin suggestion, 'Go on, have a calf! ' (1)
(1) 'Don't have a cow! ' - 'Don't get angry' transmogrifies into 'Go on, have a calf! ' - 'You think I care if you are angry? Ha! ' OK, I took some liberties
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