‘Twas the night before Christmas, and back at the house

Preparations for influx of GOP louse;

Progress the target, like regs and healthcare,

Ready to face the teaparty stare;

The homeless and jobless put down their heads,

While hoping McCain would be upping his meds;

Mamma and I while shaking of heads,

were getting prepared, for next year with dread.

When out on the lawn, a loud sound like a truck,

So I sprang from the bed to see what the F&ck?

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon or some light source on new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of Orange-Glo to objects below,

It didn’t take long to discover the curse,

The new speaker arriving in a policy hearse,

With a weepy old driver, all glowing and junk,

I knew in a moment twas John Boehner drunk.

More rapid than vultures his cronnies they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Mining! now, Oil! now, Coal and Wall Street!

On, Wellpoint! on Pharma! regulations we’ll beat!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

We’ll strip away safety in a greed free for all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house with sinister plans,

A fistful of cash that the courts shoulda banned.

And then, in a twinkling, a sound very raw

The scratching and picking of each little claw.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

In the house he came striding like a rodeo clown.

He glowed, lava like, from his toes to his ears,

And his cheeks a’streaming with crocodile tears;

A bundle of lobbyists clung to his back,

Scratching and clawing to get their payback.

His eyes — how they watered! his dimples had tone!

His cheeks were like oranges, his nose like a cone!

His edge of his mouth it twitched ever quicker,

And the air of his breathe was thick with strong liquor;

The stump of a cigarette held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a tanned face and no doubt a tanned belly,

And a moral compass as steady as jelly.

He was radically rigid, and uncompromising,

The fact that I shuddered seemed hardly surprising;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had better have dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

Shredding the net for the poor, what a jerk,

And giving his finger to law with a boo,

defunded healthcare and financial regs too;

Then he sprang to his hearse, to his team gave a woot,

And away they all flew with their trickle up loot.

To the tune of Bobby McGee… apologies to Janis Joplin, none to the State of Arizona

Busted at the Home Depot, waitin’ fer a job
When I’s looking nearly colored as my genes
AZ coppers got me now, mostly cause my skin
and I don’t look like a man of means.
they pulled out my papers from my dirty red bandana
I’s telling them I was born American, n-yeah
Windshield wipers slapping time I’s, cuffed and standing in a line
Feeling like the Nazi’s treated Jews

Freedom’s just another word that ain’t for “you” brown dude
Nothing, I mean nothing honey in AZ, no no
Yeah feeling scared was easy Lord when they grab you
You know feeling scared was scary ‘nough for me
Scary ‘nough for me in bigot AZ

From the east Phoenix train yard to the depot in Tucson
The Bigots stalked and scared me to my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah Bigots here are angry white and old
One day in April Lord, we let freedom slip away
we’re lookin’ for some justice, and I hope we find it
But I’d trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be walkin’ free and proud in the sunshine

Freedom’s just another word that ain’t for “you” brown dude
Nothing, I mean nothing honey in AZ, no no
Yeah feeling scared was easy Lord when they grab you
You know feeling scared was scary ‘nough for me
Scary ‘nough for me in bigot AZ

La da la la la, la da la la la da la
La da da la la la Bigot AZ yeah
La da la la la, la da la la la da la
La da da la la la Bigot AZ yeah
La da la la la, la da la la la da la
La da da la la la Bigot AZ yeah
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Lo lo lo lo lo lo Bigot AZ
Lo lo lo lo lo lo Bigot AZ

Lord you call it your freedom, call it your land
You step on rights just because you can
And and a Bigot oh, and a Bigot AZ yeah
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Hey hey hey Bigot AZ, lord.

La da la la la, la da la la la la la
Hey hey hey Bigot AZ yeah