THE NIGHT WILD BILL
WENT A WHORIN’


‘Twas a dark, dreary and dreadful Washington night

While the fattened populace was a blissfully snorin’

That the licentious Wild Bill of Capitol Hill

Opened Lincoln’s bedroom backdoor to a little whorin’

And such backsliding along with certain Whitewater muddle

Was roundly and soundly condemned by the righteous

For it seems that Wild Bill had gotten lost in the thrill

Of erstwhile accounting and keeping up his busy britches

Then along came Enron of Houston sweeping Whitewater away

Like Noah’s great flood washing over a small babbling brook

But not one word was heard from the self-righteous absurd

No matter the many billions, jobs and futures the bastards took

For Enron supported candidates of the conservative far-wrong

Those doomsday promoters of the Star Wars of future years

That will cause sorrow of all those who lost out in Enron’s sad scandal

To be but a puddle beside the horrific deluge of nightmare tears

Is there a bottomless black hole anywhere in all of cosmic creation

That these perverse purveyors of hypocrisy can somehow crawl in

To hide their blind wicked souls from he who wields the great sword

Of our apocalyptic judgment day battle of Armageddon?

And can the devil himself excuse the legacy of such cowards

Who would pretend in the utter hypocrisy of religion’s sin

To be somehow any better down to their insane fundamental letter

Than the licentious Wild Bill who one night went a whorin’?


           


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