DCDave – The Wit and Wisdom of David Martin

To This Country’s Fallen Heroes

It really counts for nothing, The question of intent. They died ill-serving their country For the government. David Martin

Of my mother’s younger brother, William Gray Bell. He came and took me fishing, And then he went away. We…

Here you come knocking at my door. Think I care what gas is selling for. What’s your worry about bread…

Crazy Uncle Michael’s come to…

They’re the ethnic-supremacist ally That tells us what to do, And further sullying our image, They’re aggressive expansionists, too. David…

“Anti-Semitic,” “conspiracy theorist,” Throw in “isolationist,” too. We don’t need laws to limit our thoughts When labeling language will do.…

Blue is the color of sadness, But they’re not really blue. The April-blooming bluebells Are of a purplish hue. The…

(to a rap cadence) They have the power, and you don’t. You can say anything you want. Nothing you say…

(Poe meets Orwell) Hear the wooer’s lies, Glossy, silken lies, Keeping steady focus on the erubescent prize, A salesman ever…

To the tune of the slow, ballad version of “Breaking Up Is Hard to Do,” To do do, down dooby-do…