Gob Callo...I hear Bowie,
When I listen to your spew;
A smirk, an evident glare,
Major Tom, do you see it too?
Gob Callo...I hear Van Halen,
When my eyes and ears most try to be mellow;
But your side rhetoric shows,
You are most definitely running with the Devil.
Gob Callow...I can't hear God,
But would love to have you out of this space;
In four years you have 700 pieces of propaganda,
And I PRAY for Amazing Grace!
