The Buyer and the Guardian
Climbed in bed together
Talked over how to misinform
The public for the better
Edit, chop or delete
Any writer that we hate
Particularly dumb poets
Who don’t think we’re so great
Backstab gossip and classified
We can’t leave out the dead
Or the lottery for idiots
Whose taxes must be bled
Don’t harm the rich or royal name!
But do slander those so poor
A kind of evil that divides a home
We’ll deliver door to door
So keep printing all your bias
Sleep deep in your made bed
You both deserve each other
For the tumors that you spread
Money is all you’ll ever love!
You’re Satan’s printed best
The first to say that Jesus loves you
When you’re all that He’d detest
Oh sweet reasoning rhyme
Our nation was built on you
Democracy not dictatorship
Shall see The People through!
CSL c.3/01/05