Mukasey at the Bat
The outlook wasn't brilliant, not for Bushco that first day
When Senators were grilling Mike Mukasey, he gave way
The Dems seemed somewhat pleased to find him not so hard to handle
Perhaps he wouldn't prove to be some Visigoth or Vandal
Mukasey at the Bat
The outlook wasn't brilliant, not for Bushco that first day
When Senators were grilling Mike Mukasey, he gave way
The Dems seemed somewhat pleased to find him not so hard to handle
Perhaps he wouldn't prove to be some Visigoth or Vandal!
But then, the hearing's second day, it all began to change
And diehard Dems were steaming, as Mukasey'd rearrange
Each answer from the day before; now there was no there, there
And as he played enabler of Bush/Cheney, came despair
At first he'd seemed a decent chap; some sense that he was hoarding
A residue of ethics that would brook no waterboarding
But O! the shock! the deep dismay! to learn his views had traveled
In one brief night, to hardest right -- his ethics all unraveled
It's all too hypothetical, he said, with furrowed brow
I can't say that it's torture; I have not been briefed, til now.
The questions they came hard and fast, and still he would not budge
I really don't know waterboarding details, said the judge.
What is there, Judge Mukasey, that you really need to know?
Beyond that fact that water's forced where air is wont to go?
Why sit you there, in all your state and dignity, and frowning
Apologetic that you can't say you're opposed to drowning?
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there's no joy in Democrats - Mukasey has struck out.
But striking out on ethics -- to show oneself as sordid --
Does not mean losing, in Bush world; hell no, you get rewarded!
So now he fills that glory hole, our new AG Mukasey
And somehow through this danse macabre, Bush thinks that WE are crazy.