The Big Bossman Speaks on Immigration

Posted on April 22nd, 2008 | by A Worker |

I’m the big bossman, and I’m fat.

Some people think I’m a no good rat.

Today I’m white, and that’s all right,

But I can be as dark as night.

 

I have many tricks up my sleeve.

Sometimes I just can’t believe,

How so many are so naïve

To the deceptions that I weave.

 

Ya’ll fight over crumbs, scraps and such,

That’s why I pay dope-fiend Rush,

Hannity, Al Frankin too,

They all add spice to my stew.

 

Immigrants they ain’t so bad.

They’re the best workers I ever had.

I treat them lousy.

They no complain,

Or I call La Migra, and they’re on a plane.

 

I’m not stupid, no-sir-ree.

I pay them dirt in their country.

They come up here, and they’re a starvin’.

Work for me, it’s a friggin’ bargain.

 

Productions up and wages are down.

And if that’s not enough to make you frown.

CEO’s making mad, mad money,

For guys like me it’s always sunny.

 

But the best I save for last.

Just look at the price of gas.

Got ya’ll a blaming each other,

One enemy falls I invent another.

 

So point the finger, but not at me.

Cause I run this damn country.

And this my friends will always be,

You’re just wage slaves and I’m free.

 

I’ll send jobs around the world,

Speak of freedom while the flags unfurl.

Send your kids to fight and die,

Salute that flag up in sky.

 

So blame each other, that’s okay.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Immigrant and native too,

I don’t care who I screw.

 

Ya’ll keep on fighting over crumbs.

Seems to me you’re pretty dumb.

I’ll just laugh and be on my way,

To another big bossman phat payday.

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