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

In Baghdad, our ambassador
So-called: the Afghan Hound
Had vetoed the Iraqi choice,
To throw his weight around

So now for their Prime Minister
Iraq has got our guy
Whose lack of credibility
Makes Colin Powell sigh

George summoned on short notice
This "leader" he had picked
Then as the world watched, mortified,
George Bush's boots he licked

George looked him in the eyeball
To see the inner man
Then saw what he had come to see:
The planning of a plan!

They plan to play mechanic
They've planned the script and scene
They plan to work the levers of
Their Rube Goldberg machine

They plan on repetition
The public mind to sway
They plan to say they have a plan
Three hundred times a day

George slept on 9/11
Then saw his great big chance:
He'd cover up for failure by
Concocting a romance!

He had no plan for "victory"
He barely had a prayer
Still, if he could not fight them "here"
He'd fight them "over there"

So now Iraq means "over there"
A place where George can fight
The "terrorism" he creates
'Cause he can't get things right

Deep in the Green Zone Castle
Surrounded by high walls
George makes his visit unannounced
Which shows he has no balls
Why not do that "flypaper" thing,
Just like those troops of his?
Why not attract some "flies" to show
The genius that he is?

Repuglicans ran Congress, too
This meant they got to say
How they "supported troops" but gave
Themselves a raise in pay

They made a valiant effort
They sought to pass the buck
So at a doughnut rolling 'round
They took a flying fuck

Frustrated "over there," George planned
To move around and roam
Conducting all-out war against
His critics back at home

He planned to show activity
He planned to have a plan
Then vainly grabbed at floating straws
Like any drowning man

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