Soowee, soowee. Top of our lungs That’s how we used to call the hogs And every time they would come, Running just like well trained dogs, Because they knew it meant food Even though that food was just slop, Those pigs have nothing like taste. But nothing could make them stop.
Lately I have noticed human beings Who seem to behave the same way. They gobble the media slop they hear Every day after mind-numbing day. They too seem to have no taste And smell something they really dig; Nothing any sensible creature eats But it seems to be ambrosia to a pig.
Squee, squee, squee they snort And salivate, squeal and chow down On the unpalatable pap served up By the greedy media super-clowns. It’s almost like they would pass up A meal of honest, unvarnished truth To gorge themselves to a stupor On the crap they loved as a youth.
I’m always surprised that these folks, This metaphoric, too human swine Don’t go out in public in pajamas Like worn by young neighbors of mine With cartoon mice and supermen Instead of the clothes of an adult. They go vote like uninformed fools. And current Congress is the result.