Bush & Company

Stupid, don't you know it's not

The surge that's working, but a lot

Of bread being spent on tribal chiefs

To pay off their militiamen

So they in turn will turn their back

On all our enemies in Iraq?

If only they'd done that before,

It would have saved some blood and gore,

Anxiety and grief; what's more,

It might have made a shorter war;

Oh, yeah? Those Bushies mean to stay

And stay forever and a day;

They'll find some rationale again

And guess who'll be the ones to pay?

How nicely those rivals contest,

While being put to that QA test;

Each one, Mitt and Mike Huckabee,

Fred Thompson, Rudy and McCain,

Strives mightily to disagree,

Determined to make sure it's plain

He stands out and he tops the rest,

Is unequivocally the best

(And can't desist from taking lots

Of civilized, if venomous, shots ).

Their barbs, though sharp, are all the while,

Accompanied by a gracious smile.

"The surge is working!" cries McCain,

While adding that "mistakes were made";

As do most other GOPs

Who hope to be the nominee,

With tact and ambiguity,

He tries each special group to please.

From being too plain they must refrain---

The cowards clearly are afraid:

So fearful of assigning blame,

They hardly mention Bush's name.

I can't help thinking, what if all

The candidates could be Ron Paul.

Then there's Kucinich and Gravel---

More honest men who, come what may,

Regardless of the consequence,

State bluntly what they have to say;

And while I can't always agree,

I can respect their honesty,

Yet can't do more than wish them well,

Because they have no chance in Hell.

Sad---overall, they make more sense

Than many would-be presidents.