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Edited on Wed Jan-05-05 08:13 PM by mourningdove92
Strutting, Smirking, as if the Mad Plan Was Working
Out Old Year
By FRED GARDNER
Out old year, you weren't pretty Out with Janet Jackson's titty Out with Bill O'Reilly's loofah (Which made miss Macris hit the roofa)
Go get lost, two thousand four We really cannot take much more Of Ahnold and Maria Shriver, Rudolph Giuliani's driver
Paul Bremer's failed mission Fallujah's demolition George Bush strutting, smirking As if the mad plan was working
The coalition of the "willing" The Passion of Curt Schilling Ascendant Talibangelists From Charleston to Los Angeles
Please already drop the curtain On Cheney, Dick and Haliburton Privatizing everything Down to the Army's dishwashing
His daughter Mary selling beer His wife Lynn, selling fear His pseudo-rival Colin Powell A hawk passing for an owl
And Prissy Condoleeza Rice Let us make a sacrifice Of her and Rupert Murdoch Karl Rove, Kid Rock
David Stern, Donald Trump (among the very first we'd bump) Berlesconi, Tony Blair, Biden with his phony hair
A Bronx cheer and demerits For Bob Novak, Marty Peretz Ann Coulter, Sean Hannity Chip chip chipping at our sanity
Global warming, that don't frighten Best seller Michael Crichton Glaciers melting? What me worry It won't happen in a hurry
And when we die we just grow wings And leave behind the underlings Evolution's just a theory Have some Paxil feel more cheery
Take Cialis, have some sex Celebrate with Celebrex You always said you needed "strokes" Now's your chance step right up, folks
Eli Lilly, Pfizer, Merck They all know their drugs don't work But nothing's standing in their way Since they bought the FDA
Enough of two thousand four Take your baggage out the door Hurricanes and beheadings Much ado 'bout gay weddings
Your Intifadas and crusades Pack 'em up and quickly fade You don't deserve to survive Make room for two thousand five!
Done before the wave hit (Now why even save it, A trivial poem, a silly ode) a Really catastrophic coda.
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