August 08, 2006
THE GOOD OIL DAYS REDUX
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(President Bush softly sings.)
I miss Arafat in the Springtime,
I miss Saddam in the fall,
Lebanon‘s a mess, it‘s in splinters,
I had no idea at all.
Our only pal, Saudi’s being squeezed cause of Palestine,
And Hugo’s kissing sheiks, what gall,
Rummy says they fight less in the winter,
I had no idea at all.
Condi says this mess is a great opportunity,
Some laugh, but what constitutes reality, is my call,
Every planetary wide entity hates us, look Mom, I really am a ‘Uniter’,
Bombs Away, bombs away, you’all.
(President Bush softly sings.)
I miss Arafat in the Springtime,
I miss Saddam in the fall,
Lebanon‘s a mess, it‘s in splinters,
I had no idea at all.
Our only pal, Saudi’s being squeezed cause of Palestine,
And Hugo’s kissing sheiks, what gall,
Rummy says they fight less in the winter,
I had no idea at all.
Condi says this mess is a great opportunity,
Some laugh, but what constitutes reality, is my call,
Every planetary wide entity hates us, look Mom, I really am a ‘Uniter’,
Bombs Away, bombs away, you’all.
Labels: Creative Writing, Published Letters
