Bush advisers were spinning quite prosy,
That the economy was looking right cosy.
Tossing back this Kool-Aid
It’s all aces and spades,
Admiring life through their shades that are rosy.
(seven more after the fold)
We’d uncovered Atta’s terrorist cell,
Well before their planes plunged into hell.
Yet the “Able Danger” omission,
From the 9/11 comission,
Seems to be an ass covering mission… just swell.
It’s “Reality on Vacation”, day five,
As Cindy Sheehan keeps Camp Casey alive.
Dub’s sequestered inside,
But sneaks off for a ride,
Today’s an Aurora, pork road kill test drive.
At least we seem to be winning this war,
That Dana Reeve begs us not to ignore.
Lung cancer can trap,
Even a non-smoking chap,
Male, female; young or old; rich or poor…
And now a break from your scheduled news,
On Space Shuttles, and Judge Robert’s reviews.
Don’t forget Scooter and Karl,
And that DeLay’s still ensnarled,
Lest these crooks bid us all fond adieus.
`Tis the tale of a man with a yen,
For selling Chinese for a fin.
He opened shop in Iraq,
`Twas a major setback,
US security, another blow to the old Chen…
The Central Bank in Brazil has been bitten,
With the loss of $68 million they’re smitten,
Beats the previous jig,
By that “Great Train Robber”, Biggs.
Have thieves ironically fled to Great Britain?
Another bomb, another convoy attacked,
Another five are now dead in Iraq.
Another anon,
It just goes on and on,
Bushwhacked “anothers” stacked upon the tarmac.
