Tue 10-Apr-07: The Contractor War

The Contractor War

Cheney was defense secretary
And started a little known plan
The plan to strip and rape our military.

His Plan? Can the KP Man!
Can the laundry man.
Can EVERYBODY but the fighters, Man!

So, he hired companies to serve the meals
And do the laundry and clean the fields
And whoops, he went to work for one (company)

And then he created the biggest war ever
And the last Defense Secretary hired
His ex-company, Halliburton to run the shit, man.

And now his shit's starting to smell
Smell as dirty as the swords coming from his mouth
As he too, denies anything is wrong.

Thu 08-Mar-07: A Phone tap

A Phone tap
A wrist slap, a phone tap
A red flag from the ref.
Time out for unfair play
Said the Ref to Alberto today.

You started with "un"torture
As the lawyer to the President of the USA.
You topped that by saying water's fine
If You were wanted by the CIA.

You went on by modifying the US Patriot Act
By slipping in a few quick last minute "facts".
No legislators were in on this bait and switch act
And now looks like you gonna get 'jacked.

Extraordinary rendition sounds just yucky
And is even worse if the CIA catches you.
You routed them across the world to break them
And even gave them a world view.

But Alberto, you forgot a few facts,
You no longer work for the President
You’re the chief law enforcer for the US of A.
Really looks like you're gonna get the AXE.

Looks like this spring will be the LAST one you see
From beautiful downtown Washington DC
For if the wind is true to what's coming
A twister 'be blowing you past the ole Mississippi.

Wed 07-Mar-07: By the lake

By the lake

Spring has Sprung,
Here in Lake Woebegone.

Even there, out past O'hare
And do you know that

In D.C., they've banned Court TV?
A new lineup and name, I do forsee.

But in D.C., the Dems try to show restrain
As they see Roberto writhe, and dance in pain.

But, as spring as sprung,
I feel so dumb, 'cause I did not know

That the Brits, made a mock-u-mentary
Of an alternative reality.

Where "43" says, "goodbye cruel world",
And Dicky boy says, "Yes, I rule!"

And our liberties, or what's left of them
Get taken to the cleaners, under his men.

This amazing movie's on DVD right now
But I still just wonder how

That no USA movie rights were sold,
For the movie, "Death of A President", be told.

And I wonder how our rights survive
When censorship is just in overdrive.

A movie with such dramatic pretense missing
From the press, the media, from all events.

Whatever happened to freedom of speech?
Or maybe it's really time to just impeach.

Sun 04-Mar-07: Presidential Knowledge

Presidential Knowledge

Presidential Knowledge, is it an oxymoron?
Could be, she opined at the bar,
As she asked for one more to pour on.

First nine-eleven, then the patriot act
Invading two countries, on made up pretensions
Leaving our country the laughing-house of all.

No WMD, no NUK-U-LEAR arms
Now Scooter's guilty of perjury
Leaving Dick Cheney a crying for alms.

Scooter fell on his sword very nice for his boss
Devoted he is, as well he should be.
Now Dick need to take his sword for HIS boss too

And Roberto, although Hispanic is he
Must resign now, before he is impeached
FBI, Patriot Acct, and 'un'torture he unleashed.

And yet our president seems ready to unleash a new war
'gainst Iran – Oh no, we've been here before.
Yet military strength is no more at the ready.

Former Secretary defense Donny and Vice President Dickey
Both Cronies, plotted and squandered our wealth
Our military to private contractors, they honored.

Leaving us with no cooks, no laundry,
No GI washed Pajamas
Just Halliburton, mercenaries, and lots of new bills.

Now the military 'cant shoot without their support aides
And billions and billions of US defense aid.
Goes Right into the coffers of Halliburton's Barhain based ExPats.

It's time for the Democrats to start cleaning our houses.
Starting with Dick, then George, and then the contractors.
And restore the cooks, and soldiers we now know we need.

Yes, pain we'll have for the next twenty years
As we re-start the draft to get all the manpower
That currently we subcontract and pay for.

When we redo the draft, we need to take good care of
Our new civilian army, and its dependents too
We'll need to have a spot for service to our country too.

A three year service corp, of army or city
Will help after High School, for all our young teens.
This time, Higher ed, will just have to wait though.

Till all our "Youte" have served for their country.
As soldiers, or teachers, or just fixing things.
And then will come back and enroll them to study.

And maybe then, this will help in the cities.
Poverty may be just chiseled away.
And our kids will have at least learned a trade.

Now Crime in the cities, and gangs in particular
Are one of the worst things we can do to our kids now
This program, I hope will help to re-educate them.

Now service is painful, yet can be rewarding
Starting in five years, would all eighteen year olds go
Into the army or city, till they hit twenty-one.

This five year period would grant us all some time
To adjust to this change, so significant
And this, in my closing, I wish you a farewell.

Our future will be brighter, our kids will be learning
Our Army fully staffed, and our cities, cleaner
And all will be forgiven between red and blue

Mon 26-Feb-07: College Calls

College Calls

Campus calls
The College Campus
A busy cacophony.

A guy with some books
Hunkered down in the library
Dazing and Dozing through stacks of fat factoids.

His brain cramped to the max
No more room for a datum
His grade will depend on what's left on the inside.

The girl walks on by
But he doesn’t even see her
Intense concentration has made him forget.

She sighs and comes back
For another trip round 'gain.
Her skirt, by her thighs, tight and dark brown.

Her lips, blue and bright
Just like her wide eyes
Start to open and emit a small sound.

He looks up, finally smiles and kisses her hello
Her eyes glimmer brightly, then a frown overtakes her.
Tomorrow, I promise, I'll be through, I promise you.

Slowly, she walks, back to her dorm room
Alone, for tonight, but not really alone.
Tomorrow, her honey, is done with the term.

TUE 20-Feb-07: Silent Night

Silent Night

Silent Night.
Tired Night.

All is calm.
Peace has come.

Give peace a chance.
Why would you want to kill innocent civilians?

Why do you want to destroy society?
Is your brand of terror fair to others?

It's impossible to have seen
What would come from the simple bombing of a Bus.

Now to blowing up trucks filled with Chlorine gas.
To destroy absolutely more and cause more damage…