June 09, 2004

the Shirley Temple President


   finally 

   at long last 

   he's dead
   ================



   


 aaahh yes 


   like 

   franco

   the shah


   walt disney


   and 
   god bless them

    nixon and marcos

   Ronald Wilson Reagan
   iz
     headed 
    back to dust 

   -------------------------
     and 
   god fucking
   hell

    we all 
   gotta know

    he won't be missed


   the man
    played out
    all his parts

   years ago

   we've 
   long since
   moved on
   to lower  ground 

   ground
   right for what
    we got on our hands 
   today 
     
   a prep- nasty rodeo klown 


   not a  smilin' dutch uncle 


   ===================
 "   but.....

    for one fond 
   moment 

   he waz a 
   nation's needed miracle"
                         bruce willis 

   -------------------------------
     now
    lets keep
   proper
    prespective here

    the guy 
   was no ground braker

   no margeret thatcher 

   no way 
   cowhands

   now 
   that lady
    was .......

  talk about 
        cutting 
   a world historical
    figure 
   

   fuck 

  the ultima 
queen of hearts 

   a victorian wet dream

  
   prime minister
 in modest  heels   
 by day
   
but  
   at  nite
 she played it 
strictly in spikes
  

fuck talk about hot

hot ?

shit she was 
 hotter 
   then 
   ann margaret
   in Tommy 


   ( I once had
   in my possesion
   a simply   sizzlin'
    tricked up
   photo
   of her
   with 
   this this 
 biblically 
    huge
       pair of..... )

   -------------------------
    and yet
   at the time
 without question
it was 
   our Ronald
          that 
       got the star billing


   cause 
    in that faked up
   media  moment 
   of
   " spiritual    crisis" 
     
       a huge chunk
 of yankee doodle 
  SLUB  A DUBS  
     turned  
    their lowly eyes
                toward 
                the 
                     MAN
          THEY  CALLED
MR PRESIDENT  
            
                   and 
                    damned
                        if he 
                           didn't 
                               deliver  them 
                     the  MOJO 

   ----------------------------------------------
  YES  INDEED

    for a spell

   THIS DRIED UP
    OLD TARAPIN

    was

   "our dearest  president " Ronnie
   
   
     he was the nuts
   
 to  millions of 
  just plain white folks 

 seems they 
        never got enough of him
   
   millions of em    
you know the kind

   they're probably out there
    right now
    playin' the  slots 
   in atlantic city
     
   or
    sendin' 
   cash in envelopes
   to
     the  jimmy swaggart
      crusade  
   ------------------------------
   "well........(  signiture head curl goes  here)

   maybe they thought

   they needed me " 

                    Ron HIMSELF 
speaking  in retrospect
  
now 
   thats
    modesty for ya 
-----------------------------------------------------------

   in fact 

   he was
    their 
    one 
   and
    only
    darling

   in fact

   maybe 

   he was
   the biggest
    darling

   that  gage  
   of sucker-head

   has fallen for 

    since

well

since 

   shirley temple

   the  tiny cheer princess
    of the dust bowl 

   and
   sure enough

   didn't they both
   sell
    tickets 
   the same way too

    by 
   playing 
   the  lolly pop 
  to the rescue  role

   

   using 
   the 
   same basic 
   front porch   shtick 

and

 pouring the drinks
from the same 
    sappy  blend of   white dauntless   
                moonshine


      -----------------------------------
  at peak altitude  
   they both 
    came off    
    like  
   even if 
they found
themselves 
a little 
   out gunned 
a tad bit 
   over matched
   and 
   out of  their depth

 darn it 
   they could still  
      pull it off 
    in a pinch  

  both of em 
   stand up sweeties

   soft as
    marsh mellow
    in a  flash

   but don't try 
    crossin'  em
at least not  twice...


   and  always always
they stayed 

    sunny sunny sunny

     all the fucking 
   day long

   waking up 
   with a happy hairdo 
     
   and even
 by twinkle time
   still floatin'

still  tryin to be snappy 
    even in  
     polka dot  
   pajamas


they  each were 
   like a glass
            of 
   warm milk
   sitting there
  on   every bedside
    in america
  
   ---------------------

   yep 

    genii  of the moment
    

   both of em 

   able

    like no others 
   of their era 

   to lift
    the  rubes spirits

   while 

   the "studio chiefs" 

    lifted  their wallets 

   ===================
Posted by pinky at June 9, 2004 11:44 AM

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