Bush & Company

A journalist in Baghdad threw
A very symbolistic shoe,
A missile hurtling through the air
That missed our W by a hair,

Then swiftly hurled one more size 10
To emphasize his point again,
Though Mr. Bush was equal to
The onslaught of that second shoe.

Some may believe that it was luck
That George averted that one, too.
I tend to think that our lame duck
Has always known just how to duck;

Some knew before his job was done
Stuff would be thrown at Poppy's son.

General Eric Shinseki (ret.) has been named secretary of the Cabinet
post of Veterans Affairs.

The general, once somewhat disgraced,
Who spoke his conscience when he faced
The Congress, hoping they'd accede:
400,000 troops we'll need
To keep peace in postwar Iraq;

Because of that, he got the sack.
That is to say, old Rummy fired
The general who has since been hired
(Proven right since he retired)
So many vets to oversee,

Though once scorned by the powers that be.
Ah! Just and exquisite irony!

One piece of post-election news
Is Karl Rove and Karen Hughes
Are going to rewrite history
By fixing George's legacy.

It shouldn't be too hard to do,
Because before their job is through,
They'll just pick someone else to blame

For anything that they can't spin,

Then make a tenure filled with shame
Seem like the kind it should have been.

Outgoing President Bush, the present steward of our land, plans a sweeping anti-environment farewell.

Where danger threatens soil and air,
Water, wildlife in his care,
You'll find George W. Bush is there
To see that nothing's left to spare.

His mantra's bulldoze, mine and drill
The land that's subject to his will;
He'll serve his corporate masters till
There's little left for him to kill.

Though leaving soon, he's at it still.

Three auto heads, each in his jet,
Whose companies are in such grievous debt,
Dallying before the talks began,
Flew to D C without a plan.

Some say they should have gone by train
Or even by commercial plane,
Attache cases stuffed with schemes
Devised by able corporate teams,

Worthy of such distinguished brass,
Too good for traveling business class.

That old lame duck vice president,
Who's set so perilous a precedent
Of power unparalleled till now,
Believing in the status quo,

Who doesn't know how to let go,
Will maybe just refuse to go,
At best show some unwillingness
To turn his job over to Joe.

Who knows the infamous veep's intent?
Yet if a transfer's made somehow,
Seemingly smooth and effortless,
That's something we may never know.