Who's the man who hired all the criminals
The White House shadows who hide behind closed doors
They bend the facts to fit with their new stories
Of why we have to send our men to war


Happy Fourth of July


A Klipschutz poem:


HOWDY, PARDONER

(Texas crude)

Down in the ranchland, down where the oil
Is paid for in buckets of blood
A horse named George
Who lost every race
Still put himself out to stud

He fucked everything up that moves

And not even a horseshit-whisperer
Of a groom will take the fall
George, Trainer Dick says,
Piss on the flag
Feels good, huh? Piss on ’em all


-- back Monday