Soft money, soft money your power is great;
your ability to cloud facts can ruin any debate.
One PAC, two PAC say whatever you like;
before long network flunkies will repeat it into their mike.
No one will track back to the black well from which the untruth sprung,
they'll be too busy interviewing your slick pundit with lies on his tongue.
It's not exactly lying, well I guess that it is;
But don't blame us, for that's show biz!
Websites, emails and snail mail can deliver your bile,
your messages calculated to make the public, your opponents, to revile.
They spend their time answering the foul vitriol you produce;
giving you time the next talking points to deduce.
Matters not in the slightest whether they are right or are wrong;
Only matters if an irate public joins in with your song.
Just call Limbaugh and beg him to add in his brass,
though his services could be duplicated far cheaper by a hand up a mannequin's ----
The public feigns ire that such tactics are wrought;
while hiding that copy of the Enquirer they have just bought.
Not solutions, but stories is all that matters,
And wasted energy spent leaves our nation in tatters.
A medalled hero, by a fat coward and liar, can be denounced;
So that by one with no record, the hero, in an election can be trounced.
Call yourselves friends of liberty and champions of truth;
Then toast your success in back rooms sipping gin and vermouth.
To bad you're not as good at solutions as you are at spewing hate;
won elections not solved problems is how your efforts we will rate.
Send sheep to town meetings, democracy to disrupt;
Then look for new soldiers whose views you can corrupt.
Say nonsense enough times and common wisdom does it become,
proving time and again that yes the public really is just that dumb.
Soft money, soft money from the wealthy and powerful do you flow;
and we eat it up as they add to our doubts and make them all grow.
The rich get far richer while the rest fall further behind;
but those ill got riches lead to more pronouncements even further refined.
Soft money, soft money, like a magician's deft hand do you distract our attention,
from problems real and too numerous to even bother to mention.
It may be true that indeed nothing need be feared but fear itself,
but when fear is bought and sold in such volumes hard to remember much else...
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