When I stumble on an URL
Which makes me want to hurl
Or garbage that just fills me up with rage
I take my mouse and click myself back to the peace
Of my home page.
There wouldn't be much loss
If they got rid of Daily Kos
And lefty moonbats strutting on their stage
And one place that they will never get to post
Is my home page.
Off at WND, whose journalism's cruddy
And whose language just muddies what's so clear
I either hold my nose or laugh myself to tears
And I'd pick it all apart, but with so much where would I start?
Those mis-Anthropik freaks
Pretending that they're geeks
Who talk of doom instead of persiflage
Will never get their hateful points of view
On my home page.
Browsing Telic Thoughts, who can't see for exegesis
Think we share nothing with rhesus
They're so blind
Trying to follow them will make you lose your mind
And the irony's the clods think it's okay to lie for God.
I never will agree with adherents of P.C.
Or those who say Phil Johnson is a sage
There is one place where everything is just plain sense
At my home page!
(Tom Myers has won the "guess the tune" competition, and is owed two points.)
Labels: parody, song, verse
The world is so contrary, it's just in an awful state
There's things I want to do but Nature won't cooperate
I fuel my Briggs and Stratton to make watts come out the jack
But each gallon that goes in don't even give a quart's worth back
(refrain)
You know I just can't win for losing, send all that money up the flue
I'm dogged by entropy and singin' the Second Law of Thermodynamics blues.
Got tired of all those losses so I took another shot
Fired up a boiler and made steam that's blazing hot
Three turbines and two reheats, went to lengths that seem absurd
But from what I put in I'm only gettin' back a third
(refrain)
Old two-faced Mother Nature tries to come off nice and sweet
But she's a cold cold woman and she wants to grab your heat
Built me up a fuel cell, made a sacrifice to Zeus
But Nature grabs two-fifths that she won't let turn to juice
(refrain)
I use cogeneration 'cause I hate to play the fool
As long as I need heat then nothing's "lost", so it's all cool
But it's dollars up the flue if I don't need to warm my toes
And everything ends up as heat, that's just the way it goes
You know the world can't win for losin', it doesn't matter what you do
We're dogged by entropy and singin' the Second Law of Thermodynamics blues.
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