To be a Liberal

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To Be a Liberal por Roy Zimmerman

On my way in here tonight
I bruised my nose hugging a tree.
I was late ‘cause I had to stop by on my way in San Quentin
to set a criminal free.
And I ran out on seven-grain bee-pollen macrobiotic organic sustainable medical marijuana
for my jerky knee.

Do you know how hard it is
to be a liberal?
Well, do ya?

I had to learn to speak French, Spanish, Hindi, and dolphin
just so I could relate.
I’m exhausted from taxing and spending,
and controlling the media,
and ruling San Francisco as a separatist nation-state.
And in yoga today, I got bent out of shape
‘cause the guy doing bow-pulling pulls in front of me was intolerant
which I hate!

Do you know how hard it is
to be a liberal?
Well, do ya?

Constantly feeding the hungry
and bleeding my heart
and exceeding my budget
and needing approval
and reading The Nation
and leading a sing-along — EVERYBODY!
(No wait, that was just an impulse. Sorry.)

I was shootin’ hoops with some brothas
when I sprained my ba-donka-donk
and ya know that ain’t chill.
I saved an endangered snail-darter
from being eaten by an endangered spotted owl
which I saved from being eaten by an endangered snow-leopard
which I saved from being shot by a poacher
who I had to kill — (with kindness. It took a while.)
And I hit a speed bump and I spilled my chi-latte all over the hemp-covered seats of my Prius and the speed-bump turned out to be a homeless Native American so I apologized and gave him some land, I stomped out his cigarette and took away his gun and shot myself in the nuts on my way to my frivolous lawsuit for sexual harassment where I was suing myself ‘cause I masturbated — against my will!
Do you know how hard it is
to be me?
Do you know how hard it is
just to be a knee-jerk liberal?
What I wouldn’t give
to be a circle-jerk conservative!

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