artist

A President of Flowers, Inc.
The desperado
The fickle goose
And Geronimo’s memory
A violent time
An unholy time
A depraved time
A president due to
The immature hope of America
The Hydrogen Bomb
Under his arm
As Peace breaks down
The wino French are nowhere to be found
The English are giggling
And Geronimo has no big-selling image
Jesus is at the back of this
Mountain out of a molehill mentality
I don’t like Jesus
And his Apostle pride
I may be in danger:
Moses doesn’t appeal to me
None of these dudes
Wiped out poverty;
Hercules in the sixth dimension
Sampson and a Roman gladiator
I have no violence in me
Vote for me
I’m running for office
To get the things done
That Jesus left undone.