cheryl davis miller
Bloody Hill - Poem by cheryl davis miller
Old Bloody 'Hill', in a voice very shrill
screamed out, ' What difference does it make? '
Now shares the regrets of she and dear Bill;
say's Benghazi's a hard one to shake.
How could we ever believe this sincere,
and not just a move for her career?
She managed to stand, in the Rose Garden,
to co-sign the lies, of the henchman.
She'll paint up her lips, and brighten her eyes
and come out in a youthful disguise.
Perhaps shed a tear, so as to endear
herself for what is, her grand premier.
Madame, we think you have done quite enough,
for you have destroyed all that you touch.
True American's now, will call your bluff,
forgive Benghazi? You ask too much.
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