“I don’t want to go to no Astrodome.”:
Victim of the Superdome catacomb.
This former Big Easy jewel,
Now just a giant pustule,
Renamed the Louisiana Comedo-me…?
(four more after the fold)
“Hello, Kiddies… can you say `Civil War’?”
Mr. Rogers could have showed Dub what for…
Speaking down to his level,
Giving details to Devil,
Seems like sweaters would trump fetters, for sure.
Its day five of a city held hostage,
Subject to political accostage.
Dubya’s acceptance of blame.
Has come across pretty lame,
`Twas the fate of his promised low cost pledge…
“A response to high prices,
Global Energy Crisis,”
“`Twill come into play”,
Alarms IEA.
“Left to US devices…”
(one for the scan cops!)
Take cover… a topical suppression,
Is spinning that there’s been no transgression,
Moving into your city,
With cyclonic perfidy,
No confessions, but artful digressions…