The Sun now rose upon the right:
A hateful thing to see,
There was much anguish on the left
For fear they'd cease to be.

And marxist winds did bloviate,
But all their words were hallow,
They gave all power to the state,
And none with sense would follow!

For they had done an hellish thing,
And now they stooped to beg:
For all averred, they'd killed the bird
That laid the golden egg
'How dumb!' said we, "set that bird free,
That laid the golden egg!'

Yet dim and red, like Stalin's head,
They blur reality
Then all averred, they'd killed the bird
That brought prosperity.
'Twas right, said they, 'such birds to slay,
That bring prosperity.'

For social justice does demand,
That everyone be poor;
Our dialectical extremes
Will keep some from having more.

Down dropt income, and sales dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be;
And in the end their plans did send
All into poverty!

And in this hot utopian sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Did shine upon their brilliant lie,
And brought us to their doom.

Day after day, day after day,
All heard their slogans chanted;
Proved worthless as their promises--
Or news that's always slanted.

Fascists,fascists everywhere,
Please send their brains to shrinks;
Fascists,fascists everywhere,
Gee, paranoia stinks.

The rot goes deep, praise be to Allah,
It's called malignant pride
And slimy things that crawl with legs
Within such hearts abide.

Around, around they spin and spin
Round death-fires in the night;
They see cruel demons everywhere,
Especially on the right.

And some in dreams assured were
By Lenin's ghost and Che's;
The revolution soon would come
Twas just a score of days

When proletariat would rise,
Against the bourgeoisie;
But former more oppressed by socialist
Than capitalist would be!

Ideological infidels are slain
So they cannot blaspheme;
The left inflicts exquisite pain
In the nightmare of their dream

Ah! well-a-day! what evil lurks
Within the hearts of men!
For power tempts all sorts of jerks
Toward tyranny again.

Obama Obama
a poem by Walt Shitman


Obama! Obama! our voter trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, cowbells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding liberal said
Where on the dais Obama lies,
Socialist mold and Red

Obama! My Obama! rise up and ring cowbells;
Rise up--for you Olbermann flings dung, for you Chris Matthews shills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The teleprompter by your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You're more commie than most Reds.

Obama does not answer, he has no words to thrill;
The teleprompter unplugged, motionless, and still ;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring cowbells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck Obama lied
The teleprompter is dead.