Law Man

"Law Man"
And it sure ain’t Marshall Dan Troop

In the department of Justice, I am the boss
To pick and to choose, which laws to enforce
I use the law like a black jack, to achieve my client’s ends
Other times as a barrier, to shield his friends
No action to sleazy, to disadvantage the opposition
Or too morally objectionable to provide his friends remission
I can negate any subpoena, since it’s I who decides
If they be valid, no not bona fide
The same with a summons, I just throw them away
Because I speak what’s law, and you got no say
I love how it feels, it makes my heart sing
Every lawyer’s wet dream, such a beautiful thing
You can look all you want, but you’ll never see
A more partisan weasel, than one such as me
Remember those candidates, who each got a bribe call?
I covered that on up easy, took no action at all
Voter intimidation in Philly, on video caught
So I had to work from the shadows, to reduce charges brought
My best work was for ACORN, it was a massive voter fraud
I had to call in markers on that one, get the whole crew on board
Stonewalled investigation, we held down the fort
Until it passed into history, public memory so short
I pimp for illegal’s, by using the law
Run interference for them, keys to the back door
True they add to the crime rate, sometimes with acts savage
But not in my gated community, so it’s just collateral damage
Drain social services too, more than some states can bear
But that’s what taxes are for, in your new state aupair
And if you try to stop them, then I will bring suit
Many judges I own, your attempts to refute
Should you still insist, that your voice be heard
Then I’ll call you a racist, yes that is the word
Who cares if you’re not, it’s our most used wolf cry
When our backs to the wall, or we get caught in a lie
Sanctuary cities, I give them a free pass
When amnesty comes, Well get their votes en masse
The only case I ever pursued was the CIAs bad acts
They treated terrorists most rudely, no denying those facts
But that was just a feint, to throw the opposition off guard
Just a warning to them the gloves could come off hard
So if you’re listening sheriff ube, you’re at the top of my list
I’ve got brass knuckle special for you, and the FBI is my fist
There’s just no room for ethics when you play for high stakes
We got the work from himself, “do whatever it takes”
Legislation by fiat, votes to be won
When extortion fails to do it, brines get it done
Nancy and Harry, his two straw man shills
They to the wet work, he just signs the bills
The skill of a ninja, the instincts of an eel
He always keeps a safe distance, from every back room sweat deal
Exuding charisma, your ears to beguile
Then puts you at ease, with his disarming smile
Donations from the lobbies, adoration from the poor
Seduces the media, makes them his whore
Plays them like a fiddle, leads them like sheep
All objectivity gone, their commitment so deep
Now when we do something so wrong, they can’t spin it good face
It lies on their cutting room floor, it never took place
That’s how it is folks, in DC land these days
We sell ideology like product, a la Billy Mays
But if you have hopes, of voting us out
Remember who counts them and what we’re about
Each vote counts for nine, when it helps us prevail
And then there are those that get “lost” in the mail
Tea party no problem all they make is noise
They’re no match at all, for honest Eric and his boys
Hamstrung they their own rules, only one vote for each name
We do it much better, my crews got game
Now if you think this song, is mere brag and lies
You just wait till November; we’ll open your eyes
Well so long for now, there’s things to be done
So much more to do, and we’ve only begun

The Raving Mute
P.S. It could be that this rhyme, has no truth to it
So decide for yourself, if the shoe doth fit.