Fema Ii (Formaldehyde Excuses Management A$@holes) Poem by Joe Rosochacki

In the aftermath of Katrina in 2005,
There was stench and destruction to all that would survive,
There was political fallout from Baton Rouge to Washington D. C.,
But in the end there was FEMA, it was plain to see.

The mismanagement of situations, excuses, spin doctors,
All in line, speaking metaphorically, hypothetically, what can possibly in store,
While people had no place to go,
The trailers that FEMA sent to the people, it was for show.

FEMA trailers, as in most trailers, have a stench of death,
Formaldehyde, an embalming fluid, was taken with every breath,
Though microscopic in nature can cause one to be deathly ill,
Although FEMA knew about the complaints, its action was at this time nil.

FEMA did look very ridiculous airing a non-press conference about the California fires,
(see Observation F E M A)
A couple of head administers chose not to be let go but retire,
Whose head will fall under the current state of affairs,
Their bodies should be subjugated to the trailer fumes everywhere.

Most people had taken this action for a God send,
Most of them hadn’t taken it for what it is worth,
The government had appeased to people at on time,
From cradle to grave, to death from birth.

(11-18-2007)

U.S. health officials gave the warning out today,
That FEMA should get the people out from the trailers,
That fumes are dangerously high and lead the folks away,
From the toxicity that they were living for years.
The story hasn’t changed much from November eighteenth,
Why all the raucous?
The people that were exposed to since September two thousand five,
Could it be suspicious?
Not our government agency, to the ones that alive,
Cut your losses, go out in the fields to live,
Your chances are better than that what FEMA has to give.

(amended 2-14-2008)