Oh, such an angry young man. No Poetry in the Rat Race was written sometime in 86 or 87 – recorded by Erik Huber. I laugh when I hear the line, “The President speaks of peace with nuclear breath.” I laugh because when Bush was pretending to be President, he spoke with nuke-u-lar breath, instead. Still funny in an I-simply-won’t-allow-myself-to-believe-Americans-were-that-stupid kind of way. The other is another Huber-produced bit of aural insanity that screams, “I am a child of the 80s!” – Both from the cassette vault: