I think that when George the Second sleeps
he dreams of a wonderful world
where he sits at the center dais of the Oval Office
which has been converted at the speed of dream
into the Hall of the Justice League.

He there in blue tights and flowing cape,
that is only bright red
because his daddy kicked the commies asses and
tore down that wall with his bare hands, brick by brick.

A huge W emblazoned on his chest.
An idiot grin etched on his face.

There in the shadows is Cheney,
a brooding Batman.
Looking more like Lex Luthor in too tight spandex,
his ties to homosexuality brewing
there under a furrowed ultra-conservative cowl.

Condi Rice as
'the worst Wonder Woman incarnation ever.'�
Leaving us to wonder what the fuck is going on
behind her eyes.
With a lasso that makes men tell only lies.
Hands bound by masters and bosses
like a slap in the face to her entire race.

Colin Powell adjust an emerald ring
And ponders the ultimate price of power.

Together they battle evil
one illegal home invasion at a time.

Fighting the enemies
they have fostered and supported for ages.

Bound under the edicts of
lies,
hypocrisy
and great American greed.

© Cliff Coats 2004

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