On the Eve of the State of the Union
by Graham Everett
MONEY changing hands in the ol' cookie jar
laughs the court-appointed Mr. President
passing a piyaha-size bowl of yellow rice to one
of his comfortably-numb, ivy-league advisors
Ears as big as North Fork cabbages
listen to the smallest talk bantered like
a balloon at an orgy that's gone on
to the next level long enough Gravy?
So I hear, Rummy, it's not so easy to react week
after week to life threatening attacks
on your not so well thought-out rush to war
Blind obedience can be had: fix the economy!
Don't speak about anything else.
Zip it! That's a good boy!
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