Something, perhaps, to raise your lip above your teeth this Monday morning. Something besides O'Reilly, that is.
LIARS IN HELL
In hell, they're stoking raging fires
where they'll roast the BushCo. liars.
It might be worth a trip down there
just to watch them lose their hair.
Lets name them! Oh...there's Carl Rove!
Lets pop him in the fiery stove.
And don't you think it would be nice
if on that stovetop Condi Rice?
There are torturers there so wild and zany
I wonder what they'll do to Cheny?
Next up will be a lardy bastard
whose fat will fry. Poor Denny Hastert
And speaking of boiling up tamales,
all wrapped in corn, our man Gonzales!
And shades of soldiers dead and gone
will revel as they skewer Don,
then roast him in the flames of hell.
Still fungible? Its hard to tell.
But oh, then comes a dreaded hush,
for the Devil's dragging in George Bush
He props him up before the fire.
"George", he says, " For being a liar
and for all your pompous Texas boasting
I've got for you a special roasting.
And all the ghosts of nine-eleven
are summoned down from highest heaven
and gather round in mute accusal.
George know this won't be just the usual
shuck and jive and slip away.
No, at last the truth will have its say.
Their voices rise as a furious choir
lamenting losses, rising higher
until, at last, they're out of breath.
Then comes a figure dark as death
whose bony hand reaches out to Bush
and gives him just a little push
and over the edge into the abyss
he goes. But here's the really juicy twist,
he's read Camus and, just like us,
knows well the fate of Sisyphus.