John Barleycorn must LIVE!

Or, In Vino Veritas...

When in my cups
I wax satirical
And on good days
I'm sho' nuff lyrical
As in my tipsy dreams I see
The best-laid plans of Rove agley

Oh wud sum pow'r the giftie gie us
To see the right as wingnuts see us
In stark and spartan white and black
The rethug shill! The Rovian hack!
All mimsy as they, soulless, shout,
"The BoroGores! Who let them out?!"

But who, I ask, is Jabberwock?
Who drinks our blood?
Who sucks their cock?
Who gladly lets the Rethugs splooge
Upon their mugs? What hapless stooge
Lets Shooter and his minions laugh
While Stars and Stripes all fly half-staff?
In mem'ry of democracy lost
In mourning for empire's grim cost?

It takes a moment, nothing more
The answer lies near your front door
Right by the teevee, your remote
The key to Fox and "Float My Boat"
Or "Pimp My Ride"
Or what the hell
It's bread and circuses
That they sell

And yet we buy
And cry for more
As jackboots goose-step
To our door
"We're DHS! We have a writ!
You're Democrats? We'll seize that shit!
No more is freedom here allowed!
Dear Leader rules! Your heads be bowed!"

When in my cups
I bow my head
For all the millions
Maimed and dead.