They impeached the man who balanced the books
And left the wealth the smirkster pissed away,
Shredding the treasury to pad the crooks,
The righteous frauds, and simple fools—the clay
Foundations for his fraught rapacious ends.
The surplus spent, that serpent peddled bonds
To fatten even more his oily friends.
And beady Cheney waves his magic wand
To make invisible the rav’ning mouths
Devouring the commonwealth—“Who cares
About the deficit? Clean air? About
Disease, those dead who people this nightmare?”
That no one’s shot them yet (it’s hard! they hide!)
I know. But dammit, no one’s even tried!
10/18/05