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Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Poetry? Oh well, it's the thought that counts..

A Poem for George


P utrid and ugly are words that you'll hear,
R egarding this man, and his wicked career.
E vil! Dishonest! Unswervingly vile!
S imple and Stupid; a Bucket of Bile,
I sn't afraid to lie like a dog,
D oesn't perceive that he lives in a fog.
E yes that remind me of Alfred E. Neuman,
N ever once stopped a buck (take THAT, Harry Truman!).
T urd-Blossom Rove tells him just what to do:

G ifts for the wealthiest, nothing for you.
E ven his college profs doubt his maturity.
O ld people fear for their Social Security.
R eads nothing at all, except "My Pet Goat,"
G ave up on bin-Laden, took Iraq by the throat.
E nvironment doomed, 2000-plus dead.


W orld is appalled, economy bled.


B ully, tyrant, oil racketeer -
U ncurious George: Peddler of fear.
S urely the moment has finally been reached:
H e's a failure, a criminal, and must be impeached.

Todd Lockwood
Bonney Lake, WA
Comments:
Great poem! Sad but true, eh?
 
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