PrintMay 7, 2007
The Battle of the Defeatocrats (a poem)
On the first day of our journey,
we lamented at all the life.
There were Muslim wackos crashing planes
to fulfill fatwas insane.
The first thing we did was to cry out and pray,
asking why, gathered round.
The Muslim crowds cheered and we asked why,
The War On Terror was found.
But now we're going to the desert to a war with no name.
It feels so weird and hard to explain.
In the Congress, they struck down the old name,
'cuz War On Terror made Bush harder to blame.
La, La, La, Lala, La, La,
La, La, La, La
In a few weeks, it will settle down,
and people will start to forget,
why terror's war name was struck down by clowns
to assuage anti-warriors' great fret.
Then they'll tarry and toil to blame the war on big oil,
and our freedom they'll try to sublet.
You see we're going to the desert to a war with no name.
It feels so weird and hard to explain.
In the Congress, they struck down the old name,
'cuz War On Terror made Bush harder to blame.
La, La, La, Lala, La, La
La, La, La, La
After the name's slain, they want to cut, run, and flee,
have our troops out by land, air, and sea.
There'll be a slaughter then like none seen so far,
and al Qaeda will by an oil Czar.
There's an ocean of oil under Iraqi soil
that al Qaeda will gain as war prize.
And the liberals then, they'll regret their great toil,
and all humans will see evil skies.
Because we're going to the desert to a war with no name.
It feels so weird and hard to explain.
In the Congress, they struck down the old name,
'cuz War On Terror made Bush harder to blame.
La, La, La, Lala, La, La
La, La, La, La
Tim Schieferecke
panderingpoliticos.com
