September 11, 2002
aboard American Airlines flight # aughtaughtaught
from chic Chi Town
to Hartford, CT., the poorest city in the richest state in the Union
upon reading the front page of Los Nuevos York Tiempos
'Todas las Noticias Fit to Print'
"Democracies will die behind closed doors."
A judge has ruled that cases must be free
and open to the public scrutiny
Controlling information isn't just
It just creates selective dis- and mis-
A man the Bushies wanted to deport
Rabih Haddad, a Muslim, his passport
and visa now expired and for this
The government has said they really must
detain this clergyman lest mutiny
aboard the Ship of State, this Leba-knee
This terror-wreaking DiaperHead, his pores
exuding hatred for these hallowed shores
So say the Stealth V.P. of Halliburton wealth - Creepee
Administration bores remind us of the bathroom line of yesteryear
when Trixsy Nix the paranoid whose fear
was stoked by Mitchell, Ehrlich, both those 'Johns',
those morbid ones, and Hald'man Bob, they hired thugs
to beat up kids who tried to give our soldiers hugs
and flowers for the barrels of their guns
So what was written 'bove those foul latrines
Repeated oft in water closet scenes
"DICK Nixon", now this Cheney too
'DICK them ALL 'fore they DICK you
Now for Bushie's up-to-the-second meet
His Conf'rence Press, so on-the-run, so fleet
It's to the point, no punches pulled, yeah Bud
then back to the ranch, oil-so-well
'n pullin' pud
"Eyerack attack!, Saddam bomb!
He'll have his nuke-ee-lers post haste
This evil axe we'll grind into the Eyeranese
and dwarf Koranese
suck on this, choke on this taste
Hey, allies, here's some good Crawford dust in your eye
Frogs and Krauts and all the rest of Yurp
Me's down in Tex-Mexass, clearin' brush
just call me Shrub or Wyatt Urp
Me deplores the rulin' of this judge
these camel drivers we wants to now depores
Consultin' with my Arshcroft 'Terney G
He says no Ahab buggers cop no plea on me
Send them back to Leb'nin BAY-ROOTE
before our planes they snatch
Ah'm back to video golf and watchin' Baywatch rerun snatch"
And so another day, this 8 and 27
The countdown a fortnight to the 9 now known as 11
What will it bring, do we sing a dirge
resist the urge to weep
and keep the faith as we must
Should we look at our money and recite 'In God we trust'?
Pledge allegiance with theists, deists and athiests alike
Should we be fearful and cower
Accede to those who have the power
Who say we're patriotic NOT
When we demand an open dialogue
and not a little but a lot?
Give in to those who would despoil
Forget the goals of every decent person's toil
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Deny deny there's global warming
Wear no masks 'gainst greenhouse gases forming?
"We'll not go gently into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light"
Let's toast all those who died, those left behind who've cried and cried
and all of us who are still quite alive
Breathe the air and drink the water while it lasts
Abstain if we must, but every a.m. break our fasts
And as one gladiator might have said
Before he slammed another gladiator's head
"Vale, igitur gaudeamus
Morituri te salutamus"
That's all she wrote
We're all in the same goddamn boat
Copyright 2002