I still keep up with various other interests of mine such as poetry. So, with apologies to internet poet Tara Birch (who has gracefully granted me permission to mangle her sonnet about the love between Romeo and Juliet) I offer you the following ode to “Big Time” by his BFF, Dubya:
Bush & Cheney are co-dependents
The darkest stars pierce hard a human heart,
but Big Time Dick, so hard and white, is darker yet.
I’d burn desire out but I cannot.He is my globe and I his moon. To part
would court catastrophe; grief and regret
would leave our shades behind while bodies rot.Blood is our curse; blood from Iraq exciting mine.
For him? Iran. They bring us an apocalypse
that we are helpless to deflect. Malignin purpose and intent, this passion grows
with no limit. And as the sun’s eclipse
portends ill fate, so is this love that flowsbetween myself and Dick Cheney, a sign.
Dick Cheney is the doom I can’t decline.
Oh, sorry, Steven…but I am ROFLMAO!
“Big Time Dick…so hard and white”??? muhahahahaha
and then I got to the part about Iran
and it brought me tears.
But, please, oh please….wrt Tara and Will ….please don’t besmirch their art with any replaced images or thoughts of these hardened criminals.
They make my stomach turn.
They are much better assigned to a bawdy, crude limerick….
Let’s see:
There was a heartless old man named Dick
whose BFF was a prick,
a chim-pan-zee name of Bush
who smirked and screamed and threw shit
all over his country …any time…whenever… he saw fit.
Proclaimed himself “Decider”,
…”Commander Guy”
and King.
“See here, Pelosi, Murtha, and Reid,
don’t give me more of your screeds…
just sit there quietly…. good ducks in a row
…an’ give me all of that taxpayer dough
so’s old (hard?) Dick and I can
go bomb Iran…
We can! OF COURSE we can!
We have signing statements
that SAY so!”
So, you and your folks
can go home now and
..Go blow…
it out your…
Uh oh…
Happy (?) “Memorial” Day!
We should all fly our flags upside down this Memorial day, or at half mast.
There’s nothing positive about the coming three day weekend, especially if you are in the military, a family member or a friend of someone who is.
But I’m glad I got a laugh. I think old Dick has had such a hard on for killing people the last 6+ years it seemed the best metaphor for him, even if he probably abstains these days out of fear of another heart attack.
Creative post, Steven. I’m afraid I didn’t laugh, though. It really creeped me out. The hard and white image — that was just cruel. ; )