Let Them Eat Gasoline

They’ve got water, and no way to boil;
Nola’s in life or death toil.
But our Prez is now back,
With a plan of attack,
And job one is: Release some more oil.

What Did You Kill, Bungalow Bill?

For Defense we have Barnacle Rummy,
Who hastens to prove he’s no dummy.
At all his press sessions
He asks his own questions
And answers them too! How chummy!

No Religion, Too

And then there’s the man of the cloth
Whose view of the world is quite goth.
An elected prez is Chavez,
But take him out, Rev. Pat says—
If it were Jesus, would he have Him bumped off?

Lime Rick as a young Republican 

Insert Another Quarter, Please

In term two you’ve made barely a dent,
And already we pick up the scent
Of despair in the air.
Mister Bush, Sir, beware –
Your political capital’s spent.

For Phil Ochs

Our foes call our cause idiotic;
To our friends, it’s merely quixotic.
But to oppose this dumb war
Is no less or more
Than right. And (yes) patriotic.

You Say You Wanted Evolution

From out of miasmal mist
Comes our illustrious Senator Frist.
He’s pandered just fine
On Intelligent Design,
But he’ll need help with that big stem-cell cyst.

Vacation (All I Ever Wanted)

Some say that our President’s lazy –
But his grip on the job is just hazy.
He pretends there’s no nation
‘Cause he’s on his vacation.
He’s dumb, but don’t call him crazy.