Rush’s Apology Chance utterances spew out your mouth You are a blackguard from the south Of Missouri, and I’ll bet they won’t claim You for their own, even with your fame Garbage is garbage, even by another name Your apology doesn’t ring true It’s about the riches of the few Nay, there’s something much deeper Your motives are much cheaper You need a visit from Grim Reaper Free speech can cost a lot I hope your rhetoric is not Forgotten so very soon And you’re off the air by June You are such a big buffoon You have a following that’s big That doesn’t mean you’re not a pig To see you gone, I’d dance a jig Your thoughts aren’t worth a fig Like a flounder, you, I’d like to gig Many lies you often speak You never turn the other cheek Trash talk by you is usually bleak Opinions that some weak minds seek On your grave I’ll take a leak The answer is to take you off the air That’s the only thing that’s fair You’ll disappear and who will care Rant again if you dare You and filth make quite a pair LeBuert 2012 |