As it does of his sheeple, as the post after yours demonstrates.
Listen my children and you shall hear
how Rush dodged the draft with a cyst on his rear.
On the last days of Feb'rary, two-oh-one-two
many a sponsor went straight down the loo
when they heard that infamous show from said rear.
He said to his friends, "Forsooth and tut tut,
I smell the blood of lascivious slut!!
Hang her high me boys, do it 'round the clock,
for I say unto you, they are lined 'round the block!"
"One if by Sandra, and two if by Susan,
and I the marketing share will be losin',
ready to ride and spread the slut bible.
Walletfelt apology, spare me from libel
suits from this lady to whom I do harm!"
Then he shrieked "Slut! Slut!" and with drug-muffled ear
he callously cultivated Ditto Nation's fear
as the signal went forth from many a station,
whence slinging like mud went his defamation.
With faltering ratings threatening a dry dock,
He bellowed and spewed, "They're lined 'round the block!"
Across the U.S. like a prison bar,
oozed this calumnious hulk like a magnified blotch,
as he sunk ever lower with "I wanna watch!!"
Thus through the week rode Limblob, and did pander
to misogynist dickheads, his instrument: slander.
"So much sex, not enough pills!" intoned Lush to the jerks
(For it seems he is clueless how birth control works)
"They can't afford birth control!" Blob did lament,
"Prostitutes! Sluts!" (note to Rushbo: Get bent.)
'Twas a voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
Words of slur that shall echo for evermore!
'Twas the hour of darkness and peril and need,
-- this singular meltdown of radio's 'noxious weed.
The people, incredulous, now flip their lids
That this sleazeball is now trying to write to their kids.
Burma Shave
(Thanks to Rightwinger for the first couple of lines)
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