Poetriotic

To be sung to the tune of God Bless America
(words by” The Pessimist”)

God help America
Land that we own
We will rape her and take her to depths she has never known.
Take her money and her children and her weapons all our own.
God help America she should have known.

God help America
Look who’s in charge.
They’re our comrades our brethren
And yes they lie so large.
Joseph Stalin, Adolf Hitler, Marx and Engels would be proud.
God help America we’re laughing out loud.

God help America
Once she stood tall.
But we raped her and made her one of one in all.
We showed her how to bend down and take it in the rear.
God help America her end is near.

THE END

Today is Saturday, July 4, 2009. The first poe-st and the first line.

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PETITION PITY PARTY by Rosie Haas

Petitions came with me to the Ceremony
The mayor was there and the reps were too.
Even the three cornered hats were acting phony.
They looked kind of scared when they saw you know who. ..ME!

Me in my sundress and sunny seriousness.
My fifties crystal jewelry, my Ms. Ms. Ms.
The three cornered hatmen were supposed to out-legit me
But most had not a clue when I mentioned Committees of Safety.

I heard them say the words that flowed from the gazebo.
But down the stairs and on the sidewalk I was forced to go.
Shut up girl with the clipboard and the pen
That was now and this was then.

You can join the party if you stand out on the edges
Let us read our scripts and memorize our pledges.
Check your tomorrows at the museum door.
We prefer to remember freedom the way it was before.