Is It Acid Indigestion, Or Acrid Indignation? - Poem by William Webb
Not even in an onion pizza dream could I contrive
Deceit, conceit and hubris (and buffoonery) like I’ve
Borne witness to in Washington o’er these two thousand days
And more, since NeoCons and George the Second got their ways.
Their machinations Machiavellian have truly shown
The color of their souls, and my disgust with them has grown
With every Christian reference, and Rumsfeld’s ready lies,
And Cheney’s snarl and Duhbya’s shifty presidential eyes.
I wondered at the time if someday I’d look back and see
Ol’ Billy Clinton’s office tryst as mere delinquency
In light of real executive shenanigans of note
Like starting wars, ignoring storms, and reading ’bout a goat
As buildings fell.
Who would ever have imagined?
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