The truth of things has hardly ever known
A less hospitable environment
As overboard the concept they have thrown
Those fools who sail the ship of government
Who see no need of stars by which to steer:
Faint lights in some fantastic firmament
They only heed the howling gales of fear
Which they believe send every course askew
And so they run before the wind they hear
With no one perched aloft to better view
The shoals and reefs that Ocean’s hunger fed
No soundings taken of what no one knew
No knowledge of the ocean bottom’s bed
No sight of the horizon up ahead
We must not lose what no one else would want
We must prevail against what none contest
While cakewalk-conquest carpetbaggers grunt
Beneath the load of each corrupt request
For yet more access to the Treasury
Unguarded and unlocked at their behest
None dare usurp their unctuous usury
As Fearless Leader’s polls begin to slump
Promoted as he is by puffery
More blood and treasure we must proudly pump
Into a mean miasma he would mask
He says GIs must guard his garbage dump
They must "succeed" in his ignoble task
To gild the glory in which he would bask
Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright 2006-2010