BUSH:
I'm a war president. I make decisions here in the Oval Office in foreign-policy matters with war on my mind. Again, I wish it wasn't true, but it is true. And the American people need to know they got a president who sees the world the way it is. And I see dangers that exist, and it's important for us to deal with them.
THUMP:
You ever heard dat fools rush in, George?
Well dat ain’ all dey do.
Fools rush in wearin’ dey glarin’ teef, ya see?
“Clatter click click clatter click clatter clatter”.
Dey fine demselves naked `n shivrin’.
Dey laugh, “heh heh heh…”
Dey don’ care!
Hell no dey don’! Dey don’ tink it matter!
Dis, “heh heh heh”,
dis ain’ no Mista Magoo laughin’.
Uh uh.
Ain’ no laugh of no inconsequential man, neither!
An' it ain' no chuckle o' no blather-sprung chicken!
No, siree! Lordy be! No way. No how...Uh uh…
You got de laugh of de nudge-n-wink man.
De laugh of a fella done stumble in
`n tooked de goddamn oath!
Whoooo! Sho’ `nuf!
More like ya confiscate `at sucka ya sumbitch!
Sworn to de highes’ bureau o’ dis mighty lan’!
Oh my did’n you ever!
On de bible you place dat grimy-no-good han’
`n swore you’d not fornicate it never...
You swore t’ God above ya did…
Uh huh…
Now look what ya done gone `n did…
Umm ummm…
It funny, ya know…
Shore is, `cuz you had not one smidgen
of `n iota of a split millisecon’ flea’s ass
what de hell it meant!
Nudge-n-a-wink you did. Nudge-n-a-wink…
Heh heh heh,
dat’s de laugh of a empty-headed scamp
stretch taut o’ hubris
s'rounded by a unruly horde
o’ well dressed, warmongerin-sycophant!
"Yes, Missa President! Yes, dear leada!
No doubt `bout it, George!
Yessa, in a whiz! Couldn’ `gree more!
Right `way, sir! Bomb Iraq it is!"
Forget all dat understandin’ o’ de world!
Forget diplomacy! Forget de facts!
“Yessir! Right `way, sir! Yessssssssssa!
BOOM! BLAM! BOOM!”
Lordy! What de hell dat?
Nuttin, `merica,
Go on back t’ sleep.
Dat’s right. Close dem eyes.
BOOM! BLAM! PLANES IN DE AIR!
BOOM! BLAM! BOOTS ON DE GROUND!
Sendin’ little babies flyin’ t’ heaven…
Sad…
Sad like de sky a fallin’ kinda sad, ya know?
Yip.
Forget diplomacy long’s George `roun'!
Nuance ain’t fo’ you frat boy
knee-deep-steep in you own shit!
“Beer coolies fo’ everyone!
Duct tape `n gasmasks!
Water bongs `n apple pie!
Time t’ clear some brush!
Time t’ whistle fo’ de dog
`n drive `round in m’ truck!”
Goddamn fools we be!
Andy, Barney `n Otis
rolled tighter `n a crazie eddie!
Purple rain come down on de Buda-war!
Regular shootin’ gallery!
Daytrippin’ in de West Wing!
What goddamn fools we be!
Heh heh heh
…Jonesin’ a fix in Irack!
Jonesin’. Mouth workin’ de country.
Quada done reemed ya,
ripped de paper bag.
Thump, thump, thump go de bible
Lock `n load go de sarge,
`n "Give me ten.
Ten boy and ten girl.
Cut `em in half `n give me twenny!"
Body packin’ God’s drug to de cube skied dreamer!
Either we pass `em `roun’ `n ingest `em,
`r we gonna kick your cowboy junkie ass out o’ de big house,
`cause dis here world’s `bout ta end…
Poem copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
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