by Pat Darnell
Kevin Trudeau makes claims
says "I am your main man" ...
Flim-flam man on TV shows
-- could sell lip gloss
to a chicken --
-- a thermidor
to a lobster --
-- a pair of large claws
to nude PETA czars --
because what Kev says, goes...
Goes where we do not know
... it seems, to MonteNegro ...
Kevin Trudeau alerts his skein
-- Send $12.95 USA, or,
$22.95 Canadian --
when you buy his plan,
The only truth though,
Kev's a Robot, not a man
Live forever Monsignore of Claims,
TV Pope of rock roll back slidin' games
-- try your luck with bagels
or Electro-magnetic draedals --
saturate hours, 2000 a year
to boast of powers, to bend our ear
Great move when you offer despair,
and get demised Tammy Faye on air,
-- tell her you found a way
to bring her back to play
as Side-kick to your babbling faker
who very much resembles Jim Bakker
Friday, October 02, 2009
Patrick Darnell
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Sunday, July 8, 2012
On the eleventh day of wisdom
my true love gave to me
one plus ten
mercedes benz
my friends I know
all got Porch'es
i guess we're
on the mends
Jesus din't hang
with Pharisees, no, no
he hung with people,
folks like you and me
folks at weddings
and fondue dinners
and toasts with Guiness
and roasts with goats
and all night benders
sweet scented candles
and midnight rambles
and He prayed judicious --
don't you think me ridiculous
did' 'cha think me a wee bit raw
Jesus ... he's the man by yards,
Jesus ... with me very own Paw
would've played friendly cards --
Then skate up Tony Hawks,
hang a 720 ... while TEXTING large...
Hanging ten, making us fishers of men
eleven is that number
that begs one more for twelve
but Porsche, Benz, and a bumper
of course of Chevrolet's
just fine for elevens
no more will i crave...
Jesus is three out'ta one
and sure e'nuff din't hang
with no Pharisee, none a'non
don' be you dawdling
While He the Lord Jesus Christ in swaddling,
is hanging with Sanford and Son
Patrick Darnell 12-23-2009
my true love gave to me
one plus ten
mercedes benz
my friends I know
all got Porch'es
i guess we're
on the mends
Jesus din't hang
with Pharisees, no, no
he hung with people,
folks like you and me
folks at weddings
and fondue dinners
and toasts with Guiness
and roasts with goats
and all night benders
sweet scented candles
and midnight rambles
and He prayed judicious --
don't you think me ridiculous
did' 'cha think me a wee bit raw
Jesus ... he's the man by yards,
Jesus ... with me very own Paw
would've played friendly cards --
Then skate up Tony Hawks,
hang a 720 ... while TEXTING large...
Hanging ten, making us fishers of men
eleven is that number
that begs one more for twelve
but Porsche, Benz, and a bumper
of course of Chevrolet's
just fine for elevens
no more will i crave...
Jesus is three out'ta one
and sure e'nuff din't hang
with no Pharisee, none a'non
don' be you dawdling
While He the Lord Jesus Christ in swaddling,
is hanging with Sanford and Son
Patrick Darnell 12-23-2009
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