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July 16, 2005
Poem #535
how do you like your dark lord now, mr. bush
now that vultures are circling
but you can shoo them away
like a itty bitty slice of yellow cake
yum!
world wars are so intoxicating
your podium is so beautiful
and you rap like a porn star
and we all clap our hands like small children
delight!
don't look into the eyes now, mr death
you are beady not a sequin in sight
suits are over, when will britches come back in
when will camus write his sitcom pilot
laugh track (insert here now)
and the free judith t-shirts
replace the free winona t-shirts
stenciled onto the free o.j. t-shirts
and we all stink a bit more
clap! applause!
how do you like your blue-eyed son now, mr. plagerism
and i could write of supermarkets
like the homosexual buddhist jew
but the dream of milk and cantalope is over
howl! kaddish!
books, nothing
we watch predator news
and see ourselves be vindicated
and let us not forget karl rove
howl! kaddish!
don't forget the terrorist are coming, mr. western nations
coming with large knives and sean penn
to cook us some magnificent sushi and steak
let us all turn to the book of reverberations
madonna and child, in us weekly!
i need the best minds of my generation back
so we can hold the previous one accountable
i need robert macnamara to give me the recipe
so we can bake revolution at four hundred degrees
i need all hacks to get off the stage
so we can give an emmy award to martin sheen
i need sweet soul music and the dancer, karl rove
so we can do the jitterbug to the sound of lies
Posted by emily at July 16, 2005 12:56 AM