A Poem For Rummy and His Boss

[eleny]

you know us…


our party is the party of al qaeda?
and of the taliban?

and of the boogeyman under your bed who
swims the jizz pond
and of the closet stench
nipping at your wrist

we know about your secret blood feast binges
rapes in shadows crouching
the arrogance of a lust dipped tongue
and dance parties for demons tapping


we’re the bodies floating in the crescent jewel
we’re the innocent vein that paid your dues
we’re ancestors of the too young dead
the empty stomach left unfed

we’re the miners choked by greed and dust
we’re nightmares beating at your rust
souls of september mourning’s fail
and the red mist that brims your grail

-eleny 2006

[proud patriot]

1. applause

:applause: :yourock:

[eleny]

2. thanks a million

[sweetheart]

3. bushian tosser and his rumpled ruffian

oh bushian tosser out to lunch today,
to drag on home the wars of yesteryear,
would without you be a brighter day,
lie to dye the blood out of the fear.

Rumpled wriggling wrangled ruffian rumsfeld,
waging war with fear on all that we hold dear,
sending bombs to mothers' son's were felled,
halliburted truths ruled from the rear.

War for the rich and fuck all the poor,
rumsfeld and his bossman laugh with a jeer,
lore of the snich who sold out the war,
a gun held so close the powder burns ear.
Lies for some stuff, flags and a plot,
arlington's graves that's all they got.

[eleny]

4. that's laying it out!

:grr:

[sweetheart]

5. the editors knife

the loathsome bastard stews my blood hot
words and an editor, that's all i got!
Spirit of life the choice or a chance,
abhorrent police state and its mortal advance,
down to a date, a hock or a hand,
enough of the hate, locks on the land,
until its too late, hearts bleeding sand.