I've noticed an impish muse perched atop my plasma screen of late. Perhaps you've felt the urge to take a well-known ditty and morph into a powerful punch at pundits and politicians alike.
I offer this diary as a repository for every clever rhyme, limerick, haiku or verse that speaks to the once and future question --
What did we do to deserve these people?
Following - Two of the better-received songs.
The first goes out to the soon-to-be-packing Colin Powell.
The second goes out to an evil, alienated little child, trapped in his unconcern for others.
Send-off for an SOS
Just a castaway
Time for jubileee
Another purge today
You've no more use to me
More conservatives
Than thinking man can bear
Finally all those moderates
are all out of my hair.
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I ditched Colin
I knew it for sure right from the start
Only war can keep me in power
Love, perhaps, can same some lives
But love just breaks my heart
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning
Don't believe what I saw
A hundred thousand ICBMs
Washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone at being at war
A hundred thousand ICBMs
Looking for a home
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
I'm In Iraq (to the tune of "I Am a Rock")
An autumns's day
In a deep and dark November;
I am on fire,
Gazing from my gunship to the streets below
On a freshly fallen field of bombs aglow.
I'm in Iraq,
I am an island.
I've declared war,
Because the spirit moved me,
And none may question me.
I have no need of allies; cause allies just betray.
It's peace and understanding I disdain.
I'm in Iraq,
I am an island.
Don't talk of proof,
I never required that before;
It's not important anymore.
I won't ever say say I'm sorry cause that simply isn't me.
It was always 'bout Iraqis being free.
I'm in Iraq,
I am an island.
I have my bombs
And my nuculars to protect me;
I am never ever wrong,
Hiding from the truth, recruiting loyal youth
Ask for their oath of loyalty .
I'm in Iraq,
I am an island.
And Iraq feels no pain;
And an island never cries.