He had a tailor make him up some threads
With his own way-cool boss insignia
While in Iraq his troops were shot to shreds
For lacking maps to his Utopia
That Congress had agreed he could rebuild
Once he destroyed old Babylonia
He called upon the carpetbagger guild
To do the “gold rush,” open market thing
Bypassing local labor too unskilled
Which threw the global stockholders a fling
Insider traders passing up the bids
To deal direct with cronies of the king
A coalition of corrupted kids
Which after the collapse would hit the skids
Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright 2006-2010