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The venerable and inimical MJS, who had left a wonderful verse/lyric on "a fundie-bride/corporation-groom/wedding tomb" type of theme in the comments week before this last one, spent a weekend, at my request, seeing if more verses found their way into his head and out to his fingers.

Though they did not, he found himself inspired in a parallel direction and offered Corrente, lucky us, the first publication rights. Herewith:

WHITHER THE STATE?

Rock a bye baby
Your mother in hell
Your father is furtive
There’s blood in the well
The eagles are screaming
The West is on fire
The last of the good guys
Was shot by the choir

(choir’s chorus)
O’ Lord
Come fill our cup
O’ Lord
Let’s shoot ‘em up!
O’ Lord
The price is so steep
O’ Lord
Read ‘em and weep

Zip a dee doo dah
Careless and carefree
A soldier arrives
And cuts down our tree
The General’s bleeding
The South in retreat
The slaves smell the sulphur
The devil is sweet

(devil’s chorus)
O’ pride
We all shall rise
O’ pride
The ties that bind
O’ pride
The serpent’s eyes
O’ pride
Ever alive

Jesus is coming
He has a cell phone
Called him in Denver
Found Him all alone
Got Him a white girl
To heal all His pain
He threw her in prison
And drove her insane

(Priest’s chorus)
O’ Sophie
They buried you
O’ Sophie
The Christian and Jew
O’ Sophie
Let’s hide your face
O’ Sophie
You must learn your place

Whither a nation
That thinks it knows best?
Whither a people
Who ignore the rest?
Whither the future
Sold to the past?
How did the walls
Crumble so fast?

(People’s chorus)
O’ shit
Where is the fan?
O’ shit
Where can we stand?
O’ shit
We are so fucked
O’ shit
Shit out of luck


Rock a bye baby
Your mother in hell
Your father is furtive
There’s blood in the well
The eagles are screaming
The West is on fire
The last of the good guys
Was shot by the choir

(choir’s chorus)
O’ Lord
Come fill our cup
O’ Lord
Let’s shoot ‘em up!
O’ Lord
The price is so steep
O’ Lord
Read ‘em and weep

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I notice that MJS penchent for leaving little gems in the Comments has struck again; this time the target is Senator Joe, the guy with Joementum. I can't resist moving it from thence to here.

Last night I dreamed I saw Joe Lieberman
Alive as you or me
His head was made of the rubber
His tail was stuck in a tree

He shook his head and made a scowl
And muttered long and low
A gasbag-putz, a droning stooge
An empty suit, our Joe


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Thanks MJS.