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There are guns on display Cow’s bone spur way The bikers all over Cow’s weak back Muscle served up from the stale bread rack Theater continues, Cow points to his head He mocks and saves the Paris dead “Bang, Bang” cries the orange mouth The National Whiner trundles south “Unfair” the croak of the day Magical thinking, dark angels at play Inflating words, deeds and dough Where did all the sane cows go Lying to the tune of a metric ton No one else is having fun Flick of the wrist, angry rant Cheeks are fixed in a breathless pant Pleasure principle the horn Cow blows Lipstick on the pig everyone knows Inventing a map that doesn’t exist Territory to fit the Mad Cow list Denying Muslims, Mexicans too All tossed in Cow’s noxious stew A semantic stew that numbs the brain Very few welcomed in the Mad Cow lane The barnyard vacant, this animal bare He has one worry, his orange hair. |
| While Mad Cow was admiring his ass He was sent to the back of the class A sailor hat squared on his head A symbol for those very well-read Not Cow to be sure He’s s bit of a bore But he keeps the barnyard in line With a joke, slur or whine And a very fine nose for shit He thinks he’s a bit of a wit When he hosts his theater of doom Shoveling chaos into the room Now Robert E. Lee Our Cow has to pee |