It’s what he saw So what he said, Now folks are wishin’ He were dead. For 40 years He’s talkin’ trash; It’s what he does For lots of cash. Some will listen, Some will not, To Imus in The morning slot. Tuned in, millions, Everyday To interviews And come what may. Others don’t, And millions more His morning show Will just ignore. You can listen, You cannot; Change the station On the spot. That’s the freedom Of the press, That’s the freedom To express. But Reverend Al, He took offense To Imus and, From that pretense, Called for him To lose his job; His audience From him would rob. Sanctimony’s Sharpton’s card In every scene He’s ever starred. He plays the deal At every chance, To puff his chest And prance and dance. The interest in This man exceeds The worthiness Of any deeds. Yet there he is On center stage, Stirring up The public rage. For what and why, The big debate - A silenced man Less apt to hate? The danger’s not In what’s expressed, The danger’s in A voice repressed. He masquerades Behind a prayer; Of demagogues You must beware.