Wartime Partisan Blues

"Fightin' terr'ism's
Our country's charism,"
We heard the burning Bush say.
The Muslim fright
Set him alight,
Now prophecy illumines the way.

Or is it megalomania
Bombing Mesopotamia?
Did the Bush spontaneously combust?
No need to guess,
Reporters say yes;
In media America must trust!

"The mission is done,"
The Bush said having fun
On a mighty ship in the sea.
With a little more time
Prophecy refined:
"We'll stay till Iraqis are free."

Meanwhile Hussein
Done gone insane,
They found him half nude in a hole.
He still thinks he's king
But the amazing thing
Is how long he survived eating mole.

Ossama Bin Laden
Remains untrodden
Surpassing Houdini's escapes.
On his scrawny behind
From his medieval mind
He makes anachrounous tapes.

So now we debate
How long mom's must wait
For their beloved brave sons to return.
Dad's also cry
For daughters who die.
The Bush remains hard to discern.

The media aspire
To put out the fire
But the flames cannot be snuffed;
They beat and they beat
Accusations repeat -
By ol' Rummy they're daily rebuffed.

Of an avian theme
Cable pundits dream
Their sleep stirred by hawks and doves.
From out of the sky
Here's mud in your eye.
The lawmakers take off their gloves.

The Dems hate the war
They once voted for,
They fear the protesting mob.
Republicans, too,
Wish it were through -
Iraq is not worth a lost job.

Oh, sedulous Powell,
You made Cheney howl
With your sobering call for patience:
"You break it, you own it."
Events now have shown it
To be the commonest of sense.

Alone on the lawn
The Bush burns on
While we await the next prophecy.
Meanwhile let's pray
For the lambs in the fray
On the altar of democracy.

Tom Jay
July 2006