Please help me pursue a fiat!
`Cause I think that they owe him a lot.
It would just be so cool,
If they’d once bend a rule,
And have NASA beam up Mr. Scott!
(five more after the fold)
Here’s the latest in news from Khartoum,
Where Condi Rice was shoved out of a room.
She’ll see camps where there’s rape,
In Darfur all agape,
Now she’s experienced just what has led to `em.
RIP to Montgomery Scott,
Or James Doohan, we’ll miss him a lot.
Forever he’d toil,
With that pesky warp coil,
Saved the day as he’d say, “I cannot!”
The Senate has entered the fray,
Seeking press freedom fears to allay.
But the Patriot Act,
They mustn’t redact,
And abort neo-con power plays.
Seems their efforts to paint it as rumor,
Is beginning to grow a big tumor.
Now thanks to a ghost,
Leaking things to The Post
This cancer’s invaded turd bloomer…
“Hey Karl, have you committed a crime?”
“No George, that’s just enemy slime.”
“You old turd, I thought not!”
“Dub, we’ll get through this spot.”
“Um… could you read to me Karl, its bedtime…”