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Politics : Stockman Scott's Political Debate Porch -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: jackielalanne who wrote (70540)	1/5/2005 4:16:45 PM
From: stockman_scott	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 89467

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. Fred Gardner can be reached at journal@ccrmg.org counterpunch.org