Posted on 06/24/2002 3:39:50 PM PDT by Sabertooth
Oh, they're lax and disloyal,
And resisting the regal,
And they're bashing your royals,
You wanna make it illegal.
They bring division and schism,
And faction and chasm,
They got a registered rhythm,
As they lazamataz 'em.
Just too tough to denounce 'em?
You've had enough of debating.
You want a quick way to trounce 'em?
Well here's the end of your waitingJust find a foe to hush
With your big broad brush,
Impatient painters at your easels.
Don't try to think too hard,
Just play your new trump card,
Just say "the Axis of Whining Weasels!"
There's a fear in the forum,
And a forest of trees,
But soon you all can ignore 'em
With the poorest of ease.
'Cause there is coming a button,
And your bliss will be spared.
So there will never be nothing,
To ever make you feel scared.
Soon you'll be making your list.
Of those who have the wrong mind,
And shun the mill for your grist;
You've duller axes to grind.Just find a foe to hush
With your big broad brush,
Impatient painters at your easels.
Don't try to think too hard,
Just play your new trump card,
Just say "the Axis of Whining Weasels!"
You posted with your excellency.
Kinda figures, you're mhking.
But now you're facing hell, you see,
When you feel the axis' sting.
Well my lyrics are lazy
And just and end to the means,
And my music crazy,
'Cause I ate so much beans.
I'm just striving to save,
In my own little way,
Tender flowers from the knaves
On Free Republic each day.
Ms. Delsoul
I don't know what to say
But any man that would turn you down
Would have to be gay
How ya like that?
He's a swain and a smarmer,
He's a bling and your blight,
He's a charmer in armor.
Not you: the Green Knight.
Let it be understood,
You're packin' heat and a sweater.
When I'm good I am good,
But when I'm bad I am better.
I know, I never handle
things the same as you do.
If I couldn't kick their butts around
who knows what I would do.
The door was closed,
But dark needs light.
So tempers rose;
She's gone from sight.The forum breaks,
It's breaking still.
The form it takes
Sees discourse killed.The common ground
Is filled with fences,
And all around
Are cheap defenses.And more will come,
So more will leave,
And Balkan slums,
Will be bequeathed.
That's a fine, furry ferret
Though a little naive.
But the axis will snare it
And there is no reprieve.
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