Remember that day of the phony "Mission Accomplished"
day, when thinking people viewed him in that jump suit with that extra crouch stuffing, and when your face turned
so red you felt liking ducking under anything available?
Well, here comes my writings about it, READY?...be brave...
be very brave...
You strutted on Lincoln steel;
not knowing what lay behind that thin-lipped-corporate-gah-gah-smile
Offshore a fool's victory you did declare
A vulture's feast you ushered in
as many sulfur dances engulfed both air and skin
What rooster pride you strutted on Lincoln steel,
while bulbs exploded in heated flare
How I remember you took that flight,
with a pseudo-manly-stuffed-buldge you said, "I 'm all right!"
In nightmares I see your faking smiling grin, as houses crashed
and innocent died, as flames created a reddened sky
Halloween-cowboy, flyboy-suit, a monster lurked on Lincoln
steel
And so, bulbs exploded in heated flare to land upon a nothing stare, to land upon a nothing stare,
to land...upon...a...nothing...stare
Abraham Lincoln I know for a fact was turning over in his grave with the shipbuilders. Aghast!!, Just imagine eight horrible years of him and the other *** Tricky Dicky
