(with apologies to Shel Silverstein.)
(and Iraqis. also, New Orleans.)
(oh, and apologies to James Whittington.)
(and the entire world. And our great-grandchildren.)
(and the Scottish police.)
Excuses
"Today I cannot go to work,"
Said courageous Captain Smirk.
"My nerves are shot, my brain ain't right,
I think my crown is on too tight.
Iraqis face a civil war,
My ratings sunk to thirty-four.
My bestest buddy Michael Brown
let New Orleans flood and drown.
Miers poofed without a trace,
Dick Cheney shot me in the face,
I'm laying eggs and sneezing too -
I think I've got the chicken flu.
I'm seeing spots, I'm filled with fear,
A transmitter's hidden in my ear,
I even missed my evening nap!
Osama has me wiretapped,
My privatizing scheme don't look so hot,
I rode my bike into a Scot,
They're splicing foreign genes in me,
My stem cells want to go live free.
Libby's cooked, Delay's been booked,
We're on the take and all got tooked,
I've sold our ports to emirates,
I'm in a vegetative state, and --
What? What's that you claim?
You claim... it's midterm time again?
...G'bye! I'm gonna go campaign!"
This post is the second in the BushWatch series that started here. I'm very pleased the series has been picked up by The Next Hurrah where I'll be posting future installments. I'll continue to cross-post a few of them here, but please check in at TNH for more. Thanks for your support!