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Thursday, March 16, 2006
Political Poetry, Part I - Sonny Perdue
Sonny, Sonny, Sonny Perdue, What'd Atlanta do to you? We've been pickin' people up when they fall, But you said a livin' wage wasn't for all the folks in the state, 'specially not those immigrants you hate - you 'n Chip Rodgers and the rest of your slate - those folks buildin' your houses and washin' your plates while you were frettin' about your tax rates.
Whatcha been standin' for, Sonny? Ain't standin' for me if I ain't got the money to buy your fundraisin' honey and watch you grinnin' like it's funny. You been standin' around, proppin' up walls watchin' every tree that falls, waitin' for Dubya t' call, stealin' textbooks from the halls - now that takes balls, talkin' budget shortfalls and takin' kids out of school while you were burnin' that fuel sellin' your politics - that's some bag of tricks.
Yeah, you been standin' your ground for the friends that you found - Glen Richardson's hawks and hounds, Chip Pearson makin' his own laws, Sue Burmeister and her claws, Bobby Franklin flappin' his jaws, Matt Dollar and his frat-boy collar, All your flag buddies and their holler, Earl Ehrhart, makin' the rules to stuff his own schools, Rich Golick playin' us for fools. Yeah, they're your pals around town - It's time for y'all to sit down!