Oh to be a klan member, neo-nazi, skinhead, in Spring…

In spring the bells in our empty heads do ring,

The thoughts the Springer show do bring,

We can get our points across,

The ones on top of our heads,

No not the hood,

The one dull point on top of our vacant brains…

But we don’t want to strain our little brains,

We have to take it slow, talking with a slur,

Hiding behind our masks so white,

With the yellow streak down the rear,

To end where our brains strain to work from,

Yes, that of our posterior, (the poets word, not ours)…

OH to be with the klan in spring,

We have our meetings, our cross burnings and such,

But we don’t seem to get together anymore too much,

As times have changed, no one likes us to touch,

Anyone of a different color, race or creed,

So we long for the good old days,

When we could just enjoy a good party and inbreed…

Skinhead, neo-nazi’ have it better,

They can do what they want, just sending out letters,

To certain faiths they do not agree with,

And they get to wear helmets when they have their marches,

If we did that, our points would have to be honed down,

To fit the head in the helmet, it would then have to be round…

So this is a time of year we all look forward too,

Not the neighborhoods we walk in, but we certainly do,

We get out in the sun, we get to chant, scream and sue,

If we get beaned with a rock or like that, thrown by you,

We have been around forever,

We are here to stay,

Come on out and join the kkk,

Then you will all know how much we love each other,

And at the end of each day,

We get to give each other a wonderful lay…

       © ed – 3/8/04