Subterranean Homesick Blues (Again)

Dan’s on the mezzanine

asking where the mayor lives

I’m on the dole line,

wondrin bout conservatives

The man with the leg cramps

boot camps wheel clamps

says they cut his food stamps.

Look out son,

I’m packin a gun:

God knows why

Pat Boone, full moon

someone’s gonna die soon.

Del’s on welfare,

Donald Trump is real pissed:

give ‘em all health care?

What are we?  Socialists?

Thinks I’m Harry Lime:

street crime, sub-prime,

now you’re working part-time.

Look out boy,

you’re only a goy:

don’t revere teachers,

don’t obey no preachers.

Jen’s on Fox News

talkin bout the bank crash

wanna get some real views?

What about the trailer trash?

Read about Goldilocks

Botox bobbysocks

modeled by Amanda Knox.

Look out, Joe,

you’re spoiling the show.

Don’t watch features,

don’t dance in the bleachers.

Get hired, get fired

get rich, get stitched

get tired, get wired

get hitched, get ditched.

They got the cops at backstop,

Al Gore keeping score

‘tween the Poors

and Dirt-Poors,

‘tween the Haves

and Have-Mores.

John Wayne’s vanished.

He’s off to learn Spanish.