Saturday, January 29, 2005

novak chapter nine

bob novak here. you might recall
the column that i wrote last fall
in which i outed mrs plame
yet managed to evade the blame

now winter ices vengeful hearts
though Wilson gave me fits and starts
even he of erstwhile ire
did fail to land me in the fire.

now i turn to other games
while faded from the public view
conspiring with karl rove
to weave a web of schemes anew

i think the democrats need fixin
in the way of richard nixon
with vile claptrap i shall soon
arise again and like the loon
cry hoarsely in the darking gyre
and with my pen erect a pyre
and seal my calling as a liar