Pubbie shades of schadenfreude,
Dimo's on the couch with Freud,
Trying to fathom, to understand,
How this thing got out of hand,
Denying Kerry is a hemorrhoid.
Painful itching, scratch it not,
Duke of somewhere burning hot,
Baleful eyes with grating smile,
JFK's a a stinking pile,
Whose treason far too many forgot.
Speak to me of Jenjis Khan,
Of medals cowards once put on,
But mention not the twenty year,
Senate-meetings-missed career,
Or five new laws his name's upon.
No, talk of jungles, bullets, fires,
Of heroic battles fought, most dire,
In sweaty greens, afloat on mud,
Cut and run, once said this dud,
The president's chair he now admires...
FROM BOSTON - AND NOT FROM INSIDE THE WHITE HOUSE (Amen).
Nicely done!
Amen!
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