Deputy Dubya’s Droopy Diaper Rap
With his permission, the poetry of Michael Murphy, Patrick Lang‘s friend. Below, please add your own, or others’, poetry. (Photo from Empire Burlesque blog.)
Droopy Diaper Rap
You fell asleep on watch and let some bad guys blow us up, And when you
woke you swore to pay them back.
You then attacked a country that had never done us harm Which seems to
indicate it’s brains you lack.
You needed made-up reasons that you thought the rubes would buy.
You swore Saddam Hussein had done the crime.
You had Ms. Rice warn darkly of some sprouting mushroom clouds In
little less than forty minutes’ time.
Dick Cheney spoke of spies who may have met one night in Prague
Discussing who-knows-what? or when? or how?
He claimed that all this nothing added up to something big
That justified attacking Iraq now.
Don Rumsfeld claimed to know just where to find those awful bombs.
He said he knew exactly where they were.
That none had ever come to light disturbed him not at all; For dreams,
not facts, made better sales allure.
And Colin Powell played along and told the world untruths In service to
a man who oft betrays; And now no thinking person who resides on Planet
Earth Believes a single word that this man says.
our CIA did what it does, whatever that might be; And spent more
billions finding zilch to fear; But undeterred you pressed ahead until
the spooks agreed To tell you everything you longed to hear.
The Pet Press pundit sycophants fell quickly into line; For “access”
they had sold their souls for free.
You gave each one a nickname in return for which they swore To overlook
your rank stupidity.
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