Too Good to Pet the Dog
(From The Triumph of Strife: an homage to Dante Alighieri and Percy Shelley)

The Persian Mullah meditating means
To rule in fact without the needless name
Sets up his throne behind the curtain screens

In grim Iraq on fire with Allah's flame
With problems plenty on his pious plate
Like how this giant Yankee dog to tame

So that it bites the former Baathist state
But not the statesmen of the Shiite sect
Who have their own assassination slate

In case beguiled believers don't elect
Militia ethnic cleansers all agog
Submissive to august Imams select

Whose fatwa edicts set the mobs to flog
Themselves and girls in gym gear out to jog

Yet still the Yankee army cur commands
Due caution from Imams who use such mutts
And value keeping fingers, toes, and hands

Avoiding getting bitten on their butts.
For even though the President now pimps
Our troops to serve as mercenary sluts,

The barking bombers hover in their blimps
With plans to blast Mahomet's "safe-house" bed.
The mangy 'Murcan mongrel snarls and limps;

The trapped, frustrated infidel sees red;
In Persian gears a captive canine cog
Kept outside so it can't defile the shed;

Its deadly beat a daily grinding slog
For Persian priests too good to pet the dog.