A rap for our time. (“rap” as in, “take the . . . “)
Lyric: Fairly Traditional
Music: Probably Unnecessary
I
You need a man
To take command
Of these dune coons?
Who knows the ropes,
Who’ll teach the dopes
To dance to our tunes?
You want a man
Who’ll put ’em through the strainer?
Send Graner.
II
How do you break
A punk
Not afraid of dying?
How do you break
His pride
And leave him crying?
I say again
That nothing
Could be plainer:
Send Graner.
III
When it’s not enough
To beat them
With the rod,
What you do
Is make them trample
On their God.
Who can do it?
That’s a
No-brainer.
Send Graner.
IV
You need a man
Whose mind’s
An open sewer.
Our Graner
Is a specialist
For sure.
The Gestapo
Could have used him
As a trainer.
Send Graner.
V
But now
The secret’s out;
We got to kick ass.
We need a sap
To take the rap
From off the top brass
And who’s the sap
We’re gonna zap?
A no-brainer.
Stick Graner.
DOUGLAS LUMMIS is a political scientist living in Okinawa and the author of Radical Democracy. Lummis can be reached at: ideaspeddlers@mpd.biglobe.ne.jp