Drunken Lizard In My Beer

Astride his cyber-stallion of awesome hi-tech military might, Against the backdrop of missile silos, a fearsome sight, The Commander-in-Chief, huge, malevolently looming, Smirks at the seared carcasses, moves about, preening. As the wounded crawl and drag their corpses through debris, Embers and ashes of home and heart, maimed memory, The old, the children, if he says so, must be blasted away, Mere bloody burnt offerings on the altar of peace, he'd say. "Hail, the Commander-in-Chief, brave champion of peace!" Nervously chant his lackeys, goons, dogs and toadies, A power-dazed lion so lionized by the envious with fear, How I wish he were this drunken lizard drowning in my beer !