The Bigot Spigot by HIS GRAYNESS

Clicking, Shifting, Blasts of
Light and noise,
Ready! Poise!
Lights, camera, action
Spit now into the stained basins
Of their graffiti minds
Another insignificant drip
Of non-think from
The rusted faucet lips of the media
Drooling, bloviating wiggle words
True and secure as a coward's promise
Deadly Phrases that we wear like old shoes
To adore and call
Our own . . . Sound-bites
Talk fights, late nights, gay rights
Skin Tights
Creating heroes for our kids
Dancing blindly with our egos
Stocking stuffers in our Speedo's
Blow dried, pie eyed
Slam dunk, street punk
Big tits, smart ass wits, nothing fits
Slump shoulder, gettin' older
New file, sick style, pedophile, sneaky smile
They gotta tell us something morose
To keep the money coming from Mr. Soros
They want to keep us dumber and number
So they can keep shining Mr. O'bummer
Even if they keep us blind as a bat
Our noses should still smell a dead rat

To stop the water torture we hear each night
We can turn the faucet till its shut up tight
Don't buy their sponsors or the crap they spew
Use your brain always to tell you what's true