Thursday, February 01, 2007
Sayonara, Molly Ivins,
And a thank-you for "the Shrub":
A nickname for a little Bush
That you used like a club
To bash his vain pretensions and
His tendencies to flub
George set his expectations low
While you set yours up high
You lived to tell the awful truth
While he lived life to lie
Why do the bad ones live so long
While good ones shortly die?
And now you've left us lonely
For a warm and laughing voice:
A wit to skewer madmen bent
On giving us no choice
About the justice we would have
And in which we rejoice
I don't believe in after-lifes
But you lived this one well
You did your part to see that Shrub
Made less of life a Hell
And left your mark upon us all
As time will surely tell
I have no other offering
Or flowers for your grave
But only these few words in praise
Of one who wrote to save:
That your life's labors will, we know,
Our road to freedom pave
Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright © 2007