The People's Cube - Political Satire

I've Got To Tweet You My Skin.
My self shots, deep in the crotch of me,
Are deep in my pants and you're just a new notch for me.
I've Got To Tweet You My Skin.

I tried Huma Abedin.
I said to myself this arrangement will never go so well.
So this sexting I can't resist 'cause baby I know damn well,
That I've Got To Tweet You My Skin.

They'll sacrifice me as a dhimmi Jew,
For the sexts I keep sending you dear.
In spite of a warning voice when I cum in the night,
It repeats, repeats in my ear,

There's that mayor's race you never can win.
Use no morality.
Wake up to debauchery.
But you know just how the thought of Huma makes me puke,
And want a trade-in, because I've Got To Tweet You My Skin.

They will sacrifice me as a dhimmi Jew,
For the sexts I keep sending you dear.
In spite of a warning voice when I cum in the night,
It repeats, how it yells in my ear,

There's that mayor's race, ain't no chance to win.
Why bother with reality?
Get it up, wake up to iniquity.
But you know just how the thought of Huma makes me puke,
And want a trade-in.

Because I've Got To Tweet You My Skin.

And I'd like to, tweet you my skin.

Weiner, Weiner, he's a helluva clown. His member is up while his white-ies are down. And his serial monkeyshines wholly astound. Weiner, Weiner! He's a helluva clown!

Start squelching this Jew
He's tweeting today
I've seen another pic of it
Boner, boner

This vagabond's spew
He longs to display
His hidden-barely hard on pic
Boner, Boner

He wants to show it to a groupie
Who's acting sweet
And see his life go downhill
Exposed as a creep

Those dearly earned dues
Are frittered away
He's gonna tweet a brand new pic of it
His old boner

If he can yank it there
He'll show his snake anywhere
It's up for you
Boner, boner

He wanna show it to a groupie
Who doesn't sleep
And find his life's gone downhill
Clintons are pissed
In the dung heap
Life is downhill

THOSE .. dearly earned dues!
They are .. frittered away!
He's about to send another hard on pic
Boner, boner

And you better believe it, Huma
If he could tweet one now
There's no way of stopping him anyhow
It's up for you
Boner, boner!!

BONER!!!!!

Most equal, Comrade Lennie! Now I need to take a shower. But since there are no washing facilities in my gulag cell, I plan on telling the guards I have leprosy in the hopes they will sterilize the cell by using flame throwers.

Cum Skype With Me

Cum Skype with me, let's Skype, let's Skype and play
If you can view my erotic ooze
I'm a star in New York State
Cum on and Skype with me, let's Skype, let's Skype and play

Cum Skype with me, let me talk dirty to you
In la-la land there's a one-hand band
And he'll stroke his flute for you
Cum on Skype with me, let's make my balls turn blue

Once I get it up there where the air is rarified
I'll just glide, starry-eyed
Once I get it up there I'll be holding it so near
You may hear all my moans and cheer 'cause we're together

Whether-wise it's such a lovely day
Just say the words and I'll beat my meat
As you watch me as I play
It's perfect for a lying horny-dude, they say
Cum Skype with me, let's Skype, let's Skype away

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Once I get it up there where the air is rarified
I'll just glide, starry-eyed
Once I get it up there I'll be holding it so very near
You may even hear me shed a tear 'cause we're together

Whether-wise it's such a fools fool day
You just say those words and I'll beat the meat
I'll do whatever you say
It's so perfect for a lying horny-dude, oh babe
Cum Skype with me, lSkype try, let's Skype
Jack-off, let's Skype away!!

Stranger every night exchanging pictures
Wond'ring every night what were the chances
We'd be sharing fame before this tryst was through

Something in your lies was so unnerving
Something in you smile was so perverted
Something in my heart said you're a pervert too

Stranger every night
Two lonely people, we were stranger every night
Up until our first promised fellatio little did we know
Sex was just a post away, our words embarrass us one day

and

Ever since that night we'd post together
Lovers on the site, in lust virtual
It came to the light. We're stranger every night

Sex was just a post away, our words embarrass us today

Ever since that night we'd post together
Lovers on the site, in lust virtual
It came to the light. We're stranger every night

Dooby-doooby-doo

"Somethin' Stupid"

I know I stay online until you think you have the time
To have online sex with me
And if we just take off our pants, I know that there's a chance
You will be sexting with me
And afterwards I'll clean the goo wipe up the mess from my space have a smoke or two
And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like “I'll run too.”

I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old jive you heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true
And never seemed like online porn.

I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make me mayor of you
But then I think I'll wait until my Huma goes away and I'm alone with you
The time tonight, my blood leaves my head, the blogs get read and, oh, my nuts so blue
And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I'll run too"

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The time is right, my blood leaves my head, the blog gets read and, oh, my nuts so blue
And then I go and spoil it all by sayin' something stupid like "I run too"

“I ‘ll run too”
“I ‘ll run too”
“I ‘ll run too”

[Fade:]

That's life (That's life)
That's what all the baggers say
Lying your ass off in April, found out in May
But I know you'll never change your tune
Cause there'll be new tweets, new tweets in June

I said that's life (That's life)
And though it may sound sick
You seem to get a thrill tweeting out your dick
But I don't let it, don't let it make me blue
Cause you crazy Dems, keep coming unglued

You've been a pervert, a pedo, a pounder, a palmist, a punk and a pol
It's been up and down and tweeted around, we've seen it all
Each time you've found yourself with goo on your face
You hide behind Huma's skirts; get back in the race

That's life (That's life)
I tell you, you can't deny it
They tell you to quit, Weiner, but your ego just won't buy it
And if you think you'll screw up again, you crazy guy
You'll jump behind Huma's skirts, and then you'll lie

You've been a pervert, a puller, a pounder, a palmist, a prick and a pol
Your conduct have sunk to unheard of depths, we've seen it all
Each time you've found yourself exposed, covered with shame
You just shrug it all off, get back in the game

That's life, (That's life)
Your life and we can't deny it
Clintons calling you to get the hell out, but ego just won't buy it
But if there's one more snake pic coming out in July
They're gonna roll you into a dung ball to fry (What a guy)

Well Comrades, it appears Anthony Weiner has popped up in the news again. Time to whip this tribute out ........ of the archives, that is .. and insert it once again at the top of the karaokeWho knows, we may be able to squeeze a few more hits for this most equal collection

Yet another great collection... Have I missed any?

Thanks, for the memories.