Monday, October 17, 2005

A Lott of Bushit about Katrina, Race, and the War on Poverty

For a week or so after Katrina
(Apart from a few racist hacks)
The Bushies said "we'll be less meaner"
And promised to help re-house Blacks.

The Preznit speeched with compassion
As he blasted the White-Black divide
And claimed poverty as his new mission.
Here’s a shock: it would seem that he lied.

The months that have passed since Bush spoke
Were enough to begin Lott’s new mansion
All the rest that Bush said was a joke,
And compassion is now out of fashion.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Judith Miller sends the Gray Lady down

The NY Times, donning their laurels,
Have rebuffed every critical claim
Concerning the lapsing of morals
In their reports on Valerie Plame
(Or the WMD lies, that made Iraq fair game.)

Yet we now know a startling fact.
Keller’s first editorial act,
When he picked up the reins of the rotting Gray Lady
Was to yank Judith out of Iraq.

However, with flair and a flip of her hair
--Reminiscent of newspaperman Blair,
Judy Miller wrote tale after tale
In her chase for the WMD Grail.

Judy’s buddy Bill Safire, a long-time liar
--Like so many Republicans--
Attacked every critic of Judy
For in his view, “despicable sins”

And what strength, to suffer in jail!
For the freedoms we all hold so dear
--That is, until jail, for Judy, grew stale
And her heart pitter-patted with fear.

Then she gave up old Scooter so quick!
Scooter’s losses now outweigh his wins
As Judith, with casual wrist-flick
Flushed his flowery prose on aspens.

Well, the Times is in shit to its shins
--All the holier-than-thou editorials
And no matter now how hard he spins
Keller’s due for some scathing excorials.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

preznit bush finds some happy soldiers

when Preznit Bush s'on teevee
I get to feelin sleepee
brainz oozin out, sucked
into the vacuum duck
of mezmerizin doublespeak
of robot talk and freepy beep

capacity to think
dies out in a wink
as troops feed packaged queries
to preznit like eazee cheez

"its a chat, just back and forth"
squeaks Scott MacClellan, puffy dwarf
in charge of vindication
of the staged regurgitation

he gets mad when Preznit's happy
day is queried roughly
"you want the terrorists to win!",
Scott sticks a chin out, toughly