THUMP `n MUTTER

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Holy Mutter o’ God, George…
What de hell ya doin’
sendin’ uniform folk to Iraq
ta get dey limb lopped off `n such
only ta come back to
de land o’ de freer `n fearless
an’ feel like a God-empty piranha?
Chopped to de nub
only ta see demselves reflected more a leper
`n a full-fledge-flag-wavin’ conqueror!

Don’ ya know dat dis ain’ de bes time
fo’ you to appear weak on de troops, even if you is?

Lordy, George…
It don’ take no brain sturgeon
to figger dis ain’ gonna look no good…

Didn’ yo daddy teach you nuttin’
‘tween de coke `n de oil?
He may not be de sharpest knife in de drawer,
outside o’ de House o’ Bush, dat is,
but he’d sho’nuf figger a way
to snuff dis one unda de rug
`fore it get all dusted up
`n cause a complete flushin’ o’ you numbers.

Fo’ God’s sake, you de rock solid man!
De war, war, war president!
De take-no-crap-commandeerer!

You bes’ git a grip on de course you’s a stayin’
`fore de whole roof come t’ crashin’ in
`n drown you in you rose color castle.

If’n I’s you I’d batten down all de hatches
`n prepare fo’ de trumpet t’ blow,
`cause dis here storm
seem ta be pickin up a noggin’ o’ steam.

Ya best hone up on you “madman chuckle”,
You “heh heh heh” with a nudge `n a wink.
You gonna need to call out de Karl-train
An’ de swif’boatin’ cap’ain,
and de bible smackin’ god-shitters
to pull dis one off.

Buckle up `n hold tight
ta dem money lenders o’ yurs
`n remember ta put on some clothes
`n git geared up in you flight suit
cuz you `bout ta come face to face
wit’ de limbless ire o' de warrior!


© 2007 thepoetryman

THUMP'S RUMBLIN' DRUMS

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Rice Defends Raids on Iranian Targets
By ANNE GEARAN
AP Diplomatic Writer

JERUSALEM (AP) -- U.S. raids that President Bush approved against Iranian targets in Iraq are part of broad efforts to confront Tehran's aggression, Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice said Saturday.
"The United States is simply responding to Iranian activities that have been going on for a while now that threaten not just to destabilize the chance for Iraq to proceed to stability but also that endanger our forces," Rice said before meeting with Israel's foreign minister.
Bush approved the strategy several months ago, U.S. officials said, in response to what Washington claims is Iran's support for terrorists inside Iraq and the alleged funneling of bombs to anti-U.S. insurgents.

CONDI:

We think they are providing help to the militias as well, and maybe even the more violent element of these militias.

THUMP:
Oh! Lordy be `n Jesus, George!
You girl bout to give de green-light,
she be rumblin' de drums o’ hell,
signal to commence, ain’ dat right?

I know it been a time since I jawed at ya,
but fo' God’s sake you’s havin’ a damn stroke!
Thay’s times t’ rattle ‘n roar, but dis ain’ it.
Ain’ you learn nuttin’ since las’ we spoke?

Der ain’ no way de world gonna sit `roun
while you play Cowboys `n Iranians!
Ya best reel in de Rice-a-Roni train
an' lower dem big ol’ kingdom guns.

Las’ time I checked you's “stayin’ de course”,
but mid-terms plunked a hurt down on ya noggin!
What I’s sayin’ is dat ya best modify ya startegizin’
‘cuz de big ol’ worl’ gonna come o’ knock-knockin’!

I wouldn’ mind so much if it was jus’ you be burnt,
but deys a hell of a lotta folk gonna get broken!
Dey’s me... an' de sleepy folk o’ de land o’ de free,
an' de smilin’ chil'ren o’ de world’s gazin’ grim.

Ya know, you could be de new all American hero.
You could nip it in de bud! Be de new Gandhi!
De innovator... or, de world’s unloved archenemy
stayin’ on de folly-trolley till de wheels come free!

You could be Superman! De one all de kids wanna hug
`n have ya read `em dey little-worded books,
or… you can be de ol’ trepidational kingdom comer
an' puncture dey slim, frail shell wit' sinful hubris…

Remember, George...
De cube-skied dreamer's waitin' on ya.


Copyright © 2007 mrp / thepoetryman

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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…

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