In Xanadu did Kublai Khan a stately pleasure dome decree;

Then Democrats came along, and…

from our own Bob B:

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If you are a rich man,
We will take your money, buck by buck, accounts we’ll surely drain
All day long we’ll tax and fine and fee
‘Til you’re not a wealthy man.
I wouldn’t have to work hard.
Living off the grift that fraud-based NGOs always obtain
If you’re even a little bitty rich
You’re a target of our evil plan

I’d build a big McMansion from your former riches,
And so will a dozen of my pals
I’d get a new EV with the stolen loot I took
There might be one long lawsuit filed in the courts
And one IRS probe coming down,
But they will all lead nowhere, ‘cus you’re a schnook

Once you’re not a rich man,
We’ll move on and find another sucker we can bleed wealth from
Anyone who has that thing we want
All day long we’ll break ‘em to a bum.

There once was a country, Iraq

The U.S. decided to attack

They bombed for awhile

Then said, with a smile, …

There once was an Antifey bloke

Who sent out a word to his folk;

The liberal Gestapo

Went for Walrus and Oppo,

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Surely it’s five o’clock somewhere

And some tranny’s growing a shadow

Surly here drinking rum, where

No one’s ever seen Rachel Maddow.

You might as well finish this song for me, because I don’t want it ever to end:

(I forgot to mention Newhart’s two wives. Oh well, maybe next time.)

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Chose MaryAnn, but she didn’t choose me,

Second choice Ginger, but she wouldn’t be free;

Passed over Lovey — but she’s married, you see;

So I used the Professor’s bike to power up the TV:

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Of all of the shows that have come and have gone

Some I turned on; others turned me on —

Yeoman Rand / Babes at WKRP

“Land of the Giants” — “No kidding!” from me.

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“Who’s the Boss?” is the question, you know,

Even Maude had Adrienne Barbeau;

Frannie the Nanny had some plenty tight skirts,

And where did Catherine Bach get all those halter shirts?

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“Petticoat Junction” mastered viewer-baiting,

What was “Charlie’s Angels'” Nielsen rating?

Heather Locklear on “T.J. (cough) Hooker”

And Della Street was a Perry Mason looker.

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Failed politician Stacey Abrams says Trump is a “Grand Ayatollah” with “mystical power.” – “Elections are not real.”
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WATCH: Failed politician Stacey Abrams says Trump is a “Grand Ayatollah” with “mystical power.”

“Elections are not real.”

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“Let me take you down

‘Cause I’m going to.”

Hogbelly Fails

“Elections are not real”

So I don’t know why she hung about

Her 15 Minutes Feels Forever

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— Lemon/Bacardi, “MAGA’s Mystical Power Tour”

Wonder Woman, undressing and leering,

Asked — I thought — if I wanted a tuck

Unfortunately, I’m hard of hearing

And just as hard is my luck.

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Your turn:

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There once was a liberal plan

To make a woman resemble a man;

“We’ll have this perfected,

It’ll get us elected!”:

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It was borne out in Crossfire Hurricane . . .

[Change track]

So what can a government do

Except to apply a rock ‘n’ roll ban?

‘Cause in Shariah London town there’s just no place

For a Straight [sic] fightin’ man . . .

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I see schemes of green, Red ruses too
I see them spell doom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wanker-filled world

I see cities of blue attack crowds of whites
The Right pressed each day, in the dark scared by nights
And I think to myself
What a wanker-filled world

The bullies of the rainbow, so petty, so sly
Are all in the faces of those going by
I see Trans shaking glands, saying, “Whom do you do?”
They’re really sayin’ to us “Hey, Eff you!”

I hear Lib babies cry, I watch them so gross,
They’ll learn mush more, till it overflows
And I think to myself
What a wanker-filled world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wanker-full world

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IMAO’s just a poor boy

Like a sandwich, only poorer

And it squanders all its condiments

Trying to think of funny puns to make from “condiments”. . . Oh, the horror.

All tries at jests

Show a man’s here when he wants to hear

How to best regard the breasts.

Mmm mm mmm mmm mm mm mm mmm mm mmm mm…

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Asking only Walrus’s wages

I came looking for a job

But I found no coffers —

Just a cosmos of the comments of certain attitudes.

I do declare!

There were times when I was so bemused

I took some Southern Comfort then and there

Mmm mm mmm mmm mm mm mm mmm mm mmm mm…

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Basil / Basil!

Basil / Basil! Basil / Basil!

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