Baddy's Dead

by Stoney Emshwiller

LET us each bow our heads and pray a while
For the bad, bad daddy with the real nice smile.
His trickle down poverty worked like a charm.
And he freed all them hostages trading those arms.

We herald his work and continue our prayer
For the bad, bad daddy with the real nice hair.
Money for ''star wars'' but none for the poor,
as our mentally ill were each shown to the door.

Let your head bow low, let your eyes get moist,
For the bad, bad daddy with the real nice voice.
The airplane controllers were all pushed aside,
While the rich got richer and the faggots all died.

It's time to release those sincere, tearful cries,
For the bad, bad daddy with the sparkling eyes.
He's our favorite daddy and he's earned every vote.
With his showbiz tie and his Teflon coat.

Yes his smile was sweet and his hair quite a sight,
And his voice was soothing and his eyes awful bright.
So join one last time and raise up a glass,
to our so-beloved daddy — who was really quite an ass.

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