JESSE RIDING SHOTGUN DOGGEREL
Doggerel, catteril, it's the same to me
whether bad verse exumes dead poets societies
or politicians show too much interest
in exposing moral pejoritives. The body pests
are in danger of becoming cockroach battilions
censoring Raid cans in the name of titillations.
Hart Crane had trouble licking
stamps underwater while picking
on suicide as a means to an end of—
Well, that part is censored verbiage—
Mapplethorp syrup under the bridge.
It's the same to me whether or not
police poets piss in the pot
or that god is dog and evil is live—
It's all done with with mirrors.
Jesse Helms has more than that in arrears.
Pass the dog bisquits, please comply.
It has everything to do with ergot on rye.
Way to go. Don't you know, Dude,
they say he feels wrong—
like a dog eating cat food.
2. You're down on your knees
trying to appease the wicked flesh.
The next time you decide to kick ass,
to lick what you see as brass fascism,
remember your kennel is made of glass.
Rescind your transgressions and your sins.
You're caught between a rock and a hard place,
it wasn't the rabbit who won the race,
with Jesse at the helm, a national disgrace.
A scandal you haven't got a handle on
for running on and on at the mouth.
You bet your sweet ass I am.
1989? 90?
Jesse Helm/NEA censorship scandal July 1989
repurposed from Doggerel
1989?
2. You're down on your knees
trying to appease the wicked flesh.
The next time you decide to kick ass,
to lick what you see as brass fascism,
remember your kennel is made of glass.
Rescind your transgressions and your sins.
You're caught between a rock and a hard place,
it wasn't the rabbit who won the race,
with Jesse at the helm, a national disgrace.
A scandal you haven't got a handle on
for running on and on at the mouth.
You bet your sweet ass I am.
1989? 90?
Jesse Helm/NEA censorship scandal July 1989
repurposed from Doggerel
DOGGEREL
Doggerel, catteril, it's the same to me
whether bad verse exumes dead poets societies
or politicians show too much interest
in exposing moral pejoritives. The body pests
are in danger of becoming cockroach battilions
censoring Raid cans in the name of titillations.
Hart Crane had trouble licking
stamps underwater while picking
on suicide as a means to an end of—
Well, that part is censored verbiage—
Mapplethorp syrup under the bridge.
It's the same to me whether or not
police poets piss in the pot
or that god is dog and evil is live—
It's all done with with mirrors.
Jesse Helms has more than that in arrears.
Pass the dog bisquits, please comply.
It has everything to do with ergot on rye.
Way to go. Don't you know, Dude,
they say he feels wrong—
like a dog eating cat food.
1989?
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