The Misfortune Teller ("Boobie Clowns and Circuses")

Boobie Clowns and Circuses
(from Fernando Po, U.S.A., America's post-literate retreat to Plato's Cave)

A man named Fisher once enjoyed
A measure of success
But now Republicans have turned
His life into a mess
Pursuing him because he played
One lousy game of chess

Or maybe other tales would give
The reason for the chase
Since nothing said by liars can
Be taken on its face
Especially if Condi Rice
Is listed in the race

She does not know from mushroom clouds
Or weapons not around
Or any other truth which might
Have crawled upon the ground
If lies alone were facts they'd be
The only thing she's found

This Bobby Fisher did a deed
Most heinous and obscene
A thing no Boobie mind could grasp
Or talk of sight-unseen
He dared to travel where he wished:
A freedom really mean

The “disappeared” have vanished and
No one knows where they went
Once Boobie fascists grab your ass
You’ll wind up in a tent
Or cave or cage or hole somewhere
With no receipt for rent

So who could blame a chess master
For wanting to hide out
From Boobie goons who can’t abide
A free man who would flout
Restrictions placed upon him by
Some dimwit Boobie lout?

Republicans have made a joke
Of what we once called free
These Boobies care for only force
And those who will agree
To do what they are told and not
Insist on liberty

Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright © 2006