Center/Center-Right

(With lavish apologies to Don McLean)

Center/Center-Right
Cult of insiderhood and caché,
Looked out at a nation in decay,
With eyes that can't read past the latest poll.
Vultures on the Hill,
Transcribe the words of fascist shills,
Riding every breeze and those leggy thrills,
In colors of calculated bland.

Now I understand that you get paid to lie to me,
Your insufferable inanity,
That paved the way for Hannity.
We do not listen, we don't kowtow.
For now we have Maddow.

Center/Center-Right
Process gibber in an endless maze,
Swirling clouds of narcotic haze,
Reflect in Gregory's eyes of empty glass.
Anything but true, The Stupid hurts my brain,
Botoxed faces there to entertain,
The bastard children of Ayn Rand.

Now I understand why you tried to lie to me,
How you shilled for their insanity,
How you did it for a fee.
We do not listen, we do not bow.
It's all Tom Hartmann now.

For we no longer trust you,
Not a fucking thing you say is true.
And when the place lay ruined by the Right
At the end of that long, Cheneyian night,
You somehow blamed both sides, as loafers often do.
And wept your tiny, moneyed tears, that
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Center/Center-Right
Talking heads in endless brawls,
Fellating the same old pols,
With eyes that skim the world and could not care less.
This is now our nation's press:
Fields of empty men in Savile Row
While the legacies of Tarbell and Murrow,
Lie crushed and forgotten beneath Fox News.

Now I understand that you get paid to lie to me,
Your insufferable inanity,
That paved the way for Hannity.
We would not listen, you never had a prayer.
Because we've fucking got Colbert...