Buyer's Remorse
They go to their deaths and maiming
Convinced of the lies they were told
Like the Fig Leaf Contingent before them
The Buy Time Brigade has been sold
He sent them to die for nothing
Who never himself had to serve
Now he covers his ass in a dither
While promising never to swerve
They fill up their days with minutes
Spent marking the time that remains
Then extended or stop-lossed they re-up
For him who has no cogent aims
Their leader has gambled their fortunes
A deck of marked cards up his sleeve
So they pay with their lives to no purpose
For him absent without their leave
The last time we had us the smart ones:
The Best and the Brightest, they said
But low expectations now guarantee
The Worst and the Dullest instead
Campaigning, he primps and poses
He always has done so before
Hoping others accomplish his missions
While he slithers out the back door
Yet why seem surprised to see it?
What the fools and the knaves have wrought
Great Leader just did what he knew he could:
He sold us the lies that we bought
We keep getting rotten samples
Of Lyndons and Dubyas and Dicks
So unless we start having some hangings
We'll only get more of the pricks
Remember old Mussolini?
Hung upside-down by his own heels
The Italians have since had no other
Just think of it and the mind reels!
Our government lies from habit
Whoever speaks truth will get smeared
On the home front the psy-ops continue
With us as the enemy feared
Bush told us to just go shopping
He told us it wouldn't take long
"We had to hit someone," as Tom Friedman said
For gratis we'd get to look "strong"
Bush told us we had to hurry
We couldn't take time out to think
He asked us for nothing but fear itself
He told us his shit didn't stink
He didn't need our permission
Forgiveness he'd take later on
So we shopped till we dropped on our plastic
The same way he financed his con
He sold us the war he wanted
We purchased a pig in a poke
Now he makes dumb excuses undaunted
Becoming his own lame sick joke
George Bush cannot veto our freedoms
Al Qaeda can't change how we live
Only we can abandon our birthright
They can't take what we do not give
Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright © 2006