11:37 AM 12/11/2011 Sunday
Bally Ragging Iowa
Stop your bally ragging tongues
yelled the ninety-niners at
The castle-bedded swags
We've rounded up
Our bawker-stones make
Hay out of any golden
Parachutes you dasterson
Consumers of man's labor
Think of using , bitle-heads!
You beat the street
And run about idly
Strutting nasty as all get up
Don't think your bim-boms are
All that hot they blind the simple folks
Awatching the telegenic rubes
Running for the most powerful
Office in town, out-flanking
the homestone fires, bladdering
Blather from the corners of your mouth.
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