It's becoming harder & harder to make a stand

Got to play the game of the presidential man

The supposed cream of our society, where

Everything is pureed after it hits the fan.

However, he's more yellowish than he is white

Takes cover when he sees his shadow, is afraid

Day or night; favors only the wealthiest, but

Scorns the left and whatever may be right.

Ejaculates words with glandular lubrication

But has as much depth and conviction as a

Rusted-out tractor during the '29 depression

Can't go to confession 'cause he forgot religion.

He skims, he separates, he uses cosmetic cream

He beats, he lambastes, he damages severly

Accomplishes nothing with the greatest of ease

Not exactly the cream of the crop, but floats to the top.

The Middle-Class & the Poor in our nation have

Been subjected to political crime - one after another

Haved turned us into A Country Made of Ice Cream

Where we're all turning flavorless & cold . . .

'2008' RLS