with 72 hours in this; I better post my HALLOWEEN TREAT before they spin

When I first posted at Democratic Underground, idealism haunted my heart. After attempting numerous threads meant to unify our big-tent, someone wise with far more experience told me that "It would be easier to herd cats." I found it funny and true but in retrospect, lions are a type of cat and they hunt in herds of a sort. All I ask is whether you be cat or cougar, hunt for a cause and work for your team. Win or lose, let's give it our best and we'll earn the lion's share. I guess that's why they call that group a PRIDE.

THE RAVING

Once a pawn was just rehearsing, while I wondered, sad and cursing
About his many faint and spurious ramblings, reeking rot and bore,
While I nested, needing nothing, suddenly they started fluffing--
all the news, while gently stuffing, crap out on the Senate floor.
“Tis some idiot,” I uttered, puffing up on the Senate floor--
Only politics; nothing more."

Quite succinctly I remember election fraud in November,
And each separate lying member, passing laws, to make us poor.
Sadly, I hung my head in sorrow;--while I watched the damn fools borrow
from unborn kids with no tomorrow --tomorrow feeds a corporate whore--
that scares the scurrying masses, which the Founders freed before--
Shameless whores and nothing more.

Then the slick slobs started flirting and hustling pages of ages uncertain
Sickened me--quickened me to cast a revolting river out upon the floor;
Even now, I sit debating, whether perverts deserve hating
With my stomach still gyrating, I see leaders compensating
And child-molesters, calmly waiting; baiting kids like never before--
“Tis bad example; nothing more."

Suddenly my heart grew bolder; even perverts must wait till they’re older,
"Sir," say I, “or Madam, surely, you will vote for them no more
The hypocrisy has me gagging, since so boldly you came bragging,
And now you claim they’re only lagging, lagging in pollster score,
But before I’m sure I heard you"—so we’ll open wide the door;--
Dimness there, and nothing more.

Presently I heard a sneering, as I stood there, fools were jeering,
Snorting stupid slogans, no moron ever uttered out before;
But the slogans had no meaning, though their noise sent me careening,
And the only thought they had was of winning their game once more!
Then I heard my TV echo, they’re going to win once more--
Maybe lies, and nothing more.

With remote, I start tuning; all the while my heart was swooning,
When again, I found a station -- screaming death tolls, like a score.
"Surely," said I, "we can save our nation, from a chimp -- on vacation:
Let me see, then -- what threat once again -- that he dares to ignore--
Can CNN spin, make nausea end, with trite commercial bore?
Tis “border fence” and nothing more.

FOX howled out, in chimp-like stutter: “Stay the course,” without a rudder!
Then came strings of stupid ravings -- on savings, for their core;
Now FOXes will lie, until you cry, so I threw a shoe but it stayed
In crawled a vermin, richer than ermine, slithering over my floor—
Snarling so foul with a Hannity howl, growling for war ever more--
Only for cash, and nothing more.

A stupid FOX, so clearly lurking, turned my lips up, until they were smirking,
In serious tones, that silly Bush core -- turned my TV, right into a whore!
"Though thy lies be silly and shallow," said I, "they smell like dirty socks--
Gutlessly grim, your raving is caving -- to nukes from a distant shore--
Tell me what thy silly name is at that nut-house, you lived in before!"
Then FOX starts raving, “even more."

Mocking me, FOX menaced insanely, while I hurled again - puking - put plainly,
Though its answer whined of times before—Clinton scandal, held merit no more;
And I could not help seeing that I should have been fleeing
As TV was turning right into a being; seducing my mind to explore--
A broad busty beast, sculpted in curls, wearing the dress of a whore
Then FOX starts raving, “even more."

Gazing at FOX, while humping her knees -- the chimp softly spoke, oh what a sleaze --
Casting kiddy-kite words into the breeze, which blows down his war, ever more.
Corporate bread he butters -- as his chicken plume flutters--
“Stay the course” he mutters and winks at the whore--
“AWOL may grieve me, call it “leave,” and then leave me, “don’t stall here anymore."
But chimp chirps, "Nevermore."

Sickened, was I, with gut now churning, over reply, with ears hotly burning,
"Gutless?" ask I, "is ‘um-uh’ stutter, all you know or care to ever utter?
Rove, your master, must fix it faster -- your mind is Ward Nine; a Katrina Disaster”
“Why not take more vacations, as minds are changing, unlike sold-out TV stations?
Till dawn, TV had half-wit haunting, flaunting lies sell us war
As soldiers serve—forevermore.

His raving, then, got me smiling, crap grew deep, but chimp kept piling,
Up it rose, I sought my spade, to clear a stench, his slimy words made;
Though his words were slightly stinking, I began a line of thinking--
Did I smell Hell or Halliburton linking? What are we fighting for?
Insanely high cost: Will Cheney’s boss Toll for many more?
Or is it Death Forevermore?

So I writhe enraged and cursing, until I hear TV rehearsing
Eyes, once fiercely flashing, drip now, as she’s bashing left once more
Then I see why she’s pining, without that oil, they’re refining --
Her high and haughty crown, will surely topple to the floor,
Her velvet violent, lying, lamp will cease to light both house and store,
But we’ll unplug her, nevermore!

Then the chimp seemed even denser, though he had an unseen censor
I heard the subtle, leftist cat-calls hoot beyond my door.
"Wretch," I cried, "a devil sent thee,--lots of cash he hath lent thee
Be quiet,--be quiet, you have bent me with right-wing lies that I deplore!
Quaff it waif! hear their whisper, a herd of cats heads toward my door!"
Quoth Raving FOX, "SHOW US MORE!"

"Priestess!" said I, "thing of folly!--bragging brats - butt-out, by golly!--
Let me hear that cat-herd heave your “stay the course” ashore,
Despising all the lies you’re flaunting, we ALL heard that hellish taunting--
“Has Cut and Run become a haunting? Tell me truly,” I implore--
Now I hear chimp is claiming “cut and run,” or Kerry blaming, cuts into your core?"
Rove raves spin, "Forevermore."

"TV" said I, "thing of selling—preaching now, with sad eyes welling
If a Gods’ in Heaven, He prays you’ll prey no more--
Take this crap on crook redeeming, you’ve even got Christians screaming
When caught they act so saintly, with their Bibles by the score--
Clasping Heavenly icons, is there Justice now in store?"
Quoth Raving FOX, "Nevermore."

"Now I offer, words of parting, “chimp and whore," it’s finally starting--
"Get back into your set and zoo or fly to Pluto’s distant shore!
Leave no dank smell, as a binder; we won’t need a foul reminder!
Take the whore, if you can find her!—I need fake busts no more!
Take banana, if you love it or perhaps I will shove it, right outside my door!”
Quoth Raving FOX, "TELL US MORE!"

But TV ravings never end, still it babbles of “tax and spend.”
As we go bust, while debating, if God loves gays or schools can pray.
And his glassy eyes, though seeming dreaming, hide the mind of a bore,
And FOX TV still lights his low-life, as cash flows toward his door;
And my soul screams in ghostly dreams when will we vote once more?
Quoth Diebold-- nevermore!

Bravo! Bravo! :applause:

:applause: :woohoo:
:yourock:

Poe is such a temptation to use as a template...but damn difficult to get right.
NICE JOB!!!
:toast:

I got Dr. Seuss exactly right (check my DU Journal) This one is still rough in places but Poe makes Geisel seem like child's-play, if you'll pardon a pun. The first few verses on this Poe parody are pretty clean but he swings iambic pentameter like a sword.

'“Stay the course,” without a rudder!' If that don't say it all about W and his party, nothing does.

K & R!

Just as I was getting close to finishing the first draft, i heard the news Bush was hedging on his Titanic approach to Iraq spin... It was back to the drawing board for my poem... If I didn't despise Rove and his trained chimp before that setback, it would have done the trick!

Holy cow! What a piece of writing! :)

My favorite lines:"Then the slick slobs started flirting and hustling pages of ages uncertain
Sickened me--quickened me to cast a revolting river out upon the floor..."
:applause:

:applause: This is a masterpiece. JG, May I e-mail this out with attribution?

if redrum, is spooky, imagine how it feels to live in a red-state! Stephen King recently said NOTHING is scarier than the current Republican Party to MoveOn.

thanks for the treat!

I'm ready to run the ghouls and the zombies out of Washington now!

:kick:

http://cf.huffingtonpost.com/

It's brilliant work and deserves wider circulation.

50 Ways To Leave Your PARTY

The problem is all inside their head, it seems to me
The answer is easy, when they face life fearlessly
I’d like to help them, in their struggle to be free
There must be fifty ways to leave your party

I said Iraq is just the first stop; a prelude
Furthermore, it's not just your party...
that's lost and getting screwed
But it's all of us, as a few are stealing crude
There must be fifty ways to leave your party
Fifty ways to leave your party

You just take a look... at Jack


Check out their scam-plan


You don’t need to be coy, Roy



Just get yourself free


Hop on the bus, Gus


You don’t need to discuss much


Just drop off the key, Lee




And get yourself free


It doesn't grieve me, to see them in such pain
Maybe Clinton oral sex... would make them smile again
They appreciated that: and now hope we will explain
About the fifty ways

I say why don’t your Reps. sleep with their spouse tonight?
And I believe that in the morning, the news can claim they're acting right
And then maybe, they'll kiss their candidates good-night
Then I realized, most of their Reps. are taking flight
There must be fifty ways to leave your party
Fifty ways to leave your party
Patrick