Merry merry, happy happy
Twas the night before Christmas, when at the White HouseBill Sanders
Big brother was watching by using his mouse.
Money bags were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes Abramoff would again be there.
Cheney and Rummy were snug in their beds.
While visions of cakewalks danced in their heads.
Condi and Powell in their statesmen caps
Practiced explaining their memory lapse.
When out in Iraq, there arose such clatter
The Decider decided that none of that mattered.
He and Cheney to the window did dash
To denounce their critics as "traitorous trash!!"
The moon on the crest of the fallen dictator
Gave an open invitation to the nuts of Al Qaeda
More rapid than eagles, the terrorist came!
Where they once feared to tread, they strutted with out shame!
Meanwhile, out at Abu Ghraib,
Interrogators plied the tools of their trade
Prisoners were herded into permanent detention,
Where no one has heard of the Geneva Convention.
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly
Detainees disappeared, like clouds in the sky.
Guantanamo Bay took four hundred or so,
The black hole of retention took the rest, don't you know?
Then, in a twinkling, on the White House roof
Came the prancing and pawing of a fancy Texas boot.
George looked down as we waived our vote
He shouted, "Too late, you missed the boat!
He was dressed in his flight gear, from head to boot,
Victory Accomplished his whistle did toot.
"No democratic Iraq?" we defiantly said.
Clearly the irony was over his head.
His eyes how they squinted -- an attempt to be merry.
He said, Stay the course or you might end up buried.
He spoke with a mouth that was full of food!
(Where he comes from in Texas that's not considered rude.)
He held the constitution. With his knife he did whack
And neatly carved out the Patriot Act
Now the laws of this country, he can decree,
No longer apply to you or to me.
With money and tax breaks, he went right to work
Filling silk stockings, then turned like a jerk
And laying his fingers in front of his nose,
He called down the chimney for his Texas clothes.
He sprang to his copter. Gave the pilot a sign
And they all flew away, leaving us behind.
But I heard him exclaim since he did not linger,
"Happy Christmas to all!" Then he gave us the finger.