Sunday, February 19, 2006
This poem appeared in the Saturday Globe and Mail newspaper. Written by regular, John Allemang. I love it.
What if he planned it all this way?
The gun fired on that fateful day,
The loyal friend felled by his shot,
The press corps chasing something hot -
A nation's search for easy laughs
Rewarded by Dick Cheney's gaffes.
What if it were a clever ruse
To save himself from much worse news?
While men rot in Guantanamo
Ignored by every late night show,
And Halliburton makes a buck
Exploiting war's well-placed good luck,
And Scooter Libby pins the blame
On higher-ups without a name,
And anger at Katrina's rage
Looks like it might take center stage,
Dick Cheney with his well-timed blast
Ensures his laugh will be the last.
A quail turns out to be a man?
There goes our short attention span,
And one of war's most vicious hawks
New gets to share his pain on Fox.
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