Here's one I wrote about our beloved President's best pal...
Vice
Vice
The title he’s stolen
It fits
Because his hands tighten
Ever closing the gap between one another
The grasp enveloping
Choking, smothering
Many a victim lay around him
The last
A work in progress
It claws, pulls, and attempts to scream
Its efforts slow
It gives up
Accepting
Life escapes it
Yet he continues to constrict and wring
Whites of the eyes Dick
Whites of the eyes
3 comments:
DICK CHENNEY!!!!! Beautiful poem Nate, I think I may cry. Watch your back though, Dick might confuse you for a quail.
Don't make Dick Chenney jokes. It isn't not his fault that his dirty lawyer looked like a bird. In fact My cousin Jeb and I have shot plenty of people in the face and had a laugh about it afterwards. That's the way Jesus would have wanted it. I'd rather go hunting with Dick than go driving with Ted Kennedy.
Funny stuff gentlemen. Very funny stuff. And while we're issuing warnings, remember that the FBI and the CIA and who knows who else can listen to your phone converstations and read your email and, well, you don't suppose they've been reading this do you?
The Patriot Act. What were they thinking?
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