The politically incorrect man
or
There but for the grace of God go I
or
Maybe I do?
 
 
Let me sing a song of the non-green man
he drinks his beer from a metal can.
 
He drives his Porsche without regret
and he won’t pay his share of the national debt
 
The world may holler, the world may roar
in harm over bombs that were thrown at Mururoa
 
but he still enjoys his Château Mouton Rotschild
as if he were the President's grandson or godchild.
 
(Or maybe it’s only a Beaujoulais Nouveau
that helps to produce his weekly hangoveau?)
 
He increases his waistline instead of slimmin'
and he still pats children and smiles at women
 
'cause he never learnt in a harassment seminar
how dangerous these days children and women are.
 
One of his girl friends wears animal furs
trying to look as if they were hers.
 
But before we get caught in despair and in distress
Let's get out an airbrush and spray his mistress.